The Villain's RE:Life

Chapter 186: Trouble At The Train Station

Needless to say, even if Vincent was uncomfortable with flying, I didn’t give a shit. And so our long day began.

Traveling around in the early morning with Vincent, wearing the robe I’d given him over his bloodied clothes, we made our way to a few small shops that had just opened for business and were able to quickly acquire a couple of new outfits for Vincent before heading to the train station.

However, when we arrived at Piccadilly Station, that was when we hit our first hiccup of the day.

Standing outside the multiplatform station were dozens and dozens of police officers, each one checking any potential passenger’s identity.

’What’s this now? Did they automatically assume that whoever pulled off the heist and set the fires would be trying to leave the area by way of Train through Manchester….’ Narrowing my eyes, I pulled Vincent by the sleeve, allowing us to duck into an alley free of prying eyes.

Holding up my right hand, I tapped my palm with two fingers to get the man’s attention before pointing at my temple and speaking with Telepathy.

’They are

"Name, identification documents, and reason for coming to Piccadilly Station today." The police officer stated in a clear and bored tone toward Vincent since I was only a child.

"Of course, sir, here are both mine and the young master’s papers; we are returning home to London after a short trip. I hope you don’t mind that I only have a passport for the young master, as he is too young for a driver’s license."

"Oh ho, a young master is it?"

"yes, Sir, that is what all my family’s staff call me, although I find it to be quite stuffy.." puffing out my cheeks and speaking with a perfect British accent, I acted the part of a young child with ease.

"Haha, what a polite lad; I can’t say I can relate, though, my family was steel workers; anyway, your paperwork checks out. Remember to stay on your best behavior, Young Calvin, and listen to your butler, Mr. Lovecraft, so as to not cause any trouble on the train." With a small chuckle, the police officer patted my head before handing our papers back to Vincent.

"I will, mister police officer. Have a good day, and thank you for your service." With a small hop and a cheerful smile, I walked away from the blockade with Vincent, and once we were at a safe enough distance, I immediately dropped both my façade and Vincent’s hand before reaching up to brush off the top of my head where I had received headpats.