Pardo: That'll Cost Extra!

However, the slightly worn clothes on her body seemed to prove that she truly was a resident here.

In her hand, she tossed a small bottle that looked like it came from the last century. Inside, the remaining quarter of an orange juice-like substance sloshed about.

Wearing a hood and contentedly strolling through Dusk Street was one of the Thirteen Flame-Chasers—Pardo Felice.

(Kevin: Every Flame-Chaser possessed enough combat power to kill a Herrscher.)

But now, she was merely an ordinary resident of Dusk Street, a... homeless orphan.

Pardo had been born in Dusk Street. When she was little, she had roamed the streets with a group of stray cats and picked up a few skills from them.

Unlike most people in Dusk Street, she had an exceptionally positive attitude toward life.

Even rarer, though she had grown up in Dusk Street, she had become a righteous thief, robbing the rich to aid the poor.

Perhaps as compensation from heaven, her good luck always brought her gains. She drifted through the dangerous Dusk Street without letting danger cling to her.

"This looks like it could sell for a good price." Pardo looked at the orange juice in the vial as it fell back into her hand and spoke.

Pardo was smart. She could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary orange juice.

Especially since the bottle containing the orange juice looked like something from a laboratory, and things like that were usually expensive.

Though only a quarter remained, it was worth something at least.

She had no idea why it had appeared by the water source, but Pardo Felice was taking it!

What I see is mine!

"Stop!"

"Don't run!"

"You little brats, just you wait!" Just as Pardo was in high spirits, cries of pursuit and violence suddenly