A plan formulated in Naia's head, and one part of this was to make sure that even if she got everything she needed, nothing could be traced back to her.
This villa had a CCTV system. This was not surprising. After all, this was a man who had a lot to hide. He needed to be able to guard against trespassers and to monitor his 'wives'.
She quickly figured out where some of the cameras were. One was in the living room that also showed part of the dining, and there was another one facing the gates.
Before doing anything drastic, she needed to ensure she had access to the footage first. To her, this technology was fairly easy to deal with. The base had a lot of leftover technology from before the apocalypse, much of which she had studied.
Besides, there were minimal movements in non-combat tech during the apocalypse, so what she knew was not too different from the tech that existed now.
If she were to make a comparison, her knowledge was just a bit more advanced than the current experts, thanks to her father's specialization back then.
It was just that after several minutes, she still couldn't find the CCTV room at all, so she reckoned it would be inside the old man's room.
She carefully stood outside his door, made a very light knock, and listened in. There was no movement in response, confirming that he was likely asleep already.
However, to make sure there weren't any accidents, she opened the door very furtively so even if he were still awake, he would unlikely notice her.
In fact, she had tried to use her new ability, but what happened was that the overlay was still there, but the rest of the 'space' was inaccessible, blocked by the same wall and door that blocked her.
She entered his room and stealthily checked the cameras. She didn't open the audio lest the snoring old man would wake up.
She confirmed the cameras she had already detected. What she didn't expect was that there was another…in the basement.
What she saw made her stomach tumble in disgust.
It was akin to a prison, plain, empty, and devoid of life. It didn't take long for her to surmise that was where his previous wives were imprisoned. Had she survived, Nadia would have been 'deposited' in that room too.
She didn't touch anything yet. She'd cut off the images she didn't want seen at a later time. She still needed it working, for now.
That said, she skimmed through some existing files to get some clues about his patterns, hobbies, and where he spent the most time.
She skipped months to see some old videos of his wives. Naia, and neither did Nadia, knew the exact timeframe, so it took a while for her to find the videos.
Naia's eyes reddened when she saw how he tortured them, how he made them miserable, and how he turned them to lifeless dolls who wished desperately not to be saved, but for death.
As someone from the apocalypse, she had seen a lot of cruelty in the world, but these kinds of sights would never fail to make her stomach flip over in disgust and despair.
After solidifying his hate towards this bastard, she then proceeded to look around the room, wondering where he could be hiding his cash and other valuable things. She couldn't take anything yet, since he could be woken up by all the rummaging.
Her dark eyes shifted to the old man sleeping soundly on his large bed made of the softest cushions, and then at the 'torture' sex toys that littered the cabinet in front of it.
The ugly old man was snoring so loudly that some of his decorations were vibrating. For someone who had done so much evil, it angered her that he could sleep so soundly.
She seriously considered just covering his face with a pillow to suffocate him, but held back. That was too kind to him.
Besides, she still had plenty of uses for him.
She'd let him live.
Until tomorrow, anyway.
…
Nadia's father arrived the next day, as scheduled. He was wearing fashionable business clothes, as usual, but his eyebags were big, and he looked disgruntled.
This man was a vain man who took care of his image very meticulously. It was rare to see him like this.
Hopefully, he'd go insane later.
While the two bastards met inside the living room, Naia sat relaxed on the bed. Nadia's room was located at a bend, so the door, even if it was open, wouldn't be visible from the people inside the living room.
She kept it open so she could hear their conversation very clearly, as if she were right next to them.
Keeping the door open would also allow her to see a few things outside, maybe use her new ability if she saw an opportunity to do so.
This was also why she was so unafraid of staying inside the room. Even if they decided to check her room for some reason, she could just jump out of the window (now partially open) before she could be seen. If things got dangerously close, she could even use the teleportation skill.
There was an aggressive tension between the two scums, as if they were ready for a fight as soon as they met.
"So where's the girl?" Houser asked with narrowed eyes. "How do I know you didn't just kill her on purpose? And is she really dead?"
"You can check the cliff behind me," the old man sneered, unaffected. Obviously, with regards to things like this, he was no newbie.
The two went out, and Naia followed closely behind them, hiding behind walls and shrubs, leaving enough space for her to be able to see and listen to whatever was going on.
They looked over the balustrade. They paused, confused, when they did not see her corpse there.
Even if the body did not fall on a ledge, the bottom of the cliff should still be visible from those above.
Houser's eyes sharpened, and he looked at the old man.
"Where is she?"