"Heh."

"Heh."

It had to be said, Tier had a lot of nerve. An incredible amount, in fact.

Knowing full well that the Imperial Capital was the enemy's stronghold, and that the information about the "horn" had come from the enemy—information whose authenticity she had no way of verifying—she had actually dared to come here alone, freely entering and leaving the estates of nobles and even royalty. She was practically courting death.

If others heard about what she had done, they would probably think she was reckless, wouldn't they?

Shien felt the same, but it was not as though he could not understand Tier's actions.

First, Tier possessed the Goddess of Fate's blessing. Her sixth sense was exceptionally strong, and her intuition was sharp. If the information revealed by the enemy had been false, she surely would have sensed something. Yet, she had believed it. It was likely an omen granted by her blessing.

Second, Tier's feelings toward her mother had always been complicated. She did not know whether she hated her or simply felt indifferent toward her. After learning that her mother had cut off her horn when she was born, leaving her with the hidden danger of going berserk whenever she used her Unique Skill, she must have felt that this was something she needed to resolve herself and did not want to reveal to others.

Third, Tier also held countless concerns regarding the "demon" within her body. It could even be said that she had been regarded as a monster for most of her life because of its existence. Now that she had finally learned there might be a solution, she would naturally go looking for it.

On top of that, Moro, the Imperial Consort of the Empire, had set her sights on Tier for no apparent reason,