Seeing the situation before him, Duncan, who had been about to step forward openly and declare, "The mole is me," immediately slipped back without drawing attention, then watched the situation at the gathering with the mindset of a spectator enjoying the show.
So he wasn't the only mole here—the girl in the black dress had felt out of place to him from the very beginning. Duncan had originally thought it was merely because her youth and quiet demeanor clashed with this cult gathering, but he hadn't expected this to be the reason.
He noticed that the gathering's leader had mentioned two terms: Abyssal Hound and Annihilation Cult.
The Abyssal Hound clearly referred to the massive black skeletal dog the girl had summoned, while the Annihilation Cult did not sound like a vibrant civic organization that could be properly registered at City Hall—this girl really wasn't a follower of the Sun God, but from another cult?!
Just how many bizarre dark cults were lurking in the gutters of this world?
As Duncan's thoughts raced, the girl who had summoned the Abyssal Hound slightly raised the black chain around her arm. Maintaining a guarded stance, she swept her gaze across the room, a mocking smile seeming to curl at her lips. "The Annihilation Cult... regrettably, I have very little to do with them. Unlike you mongrels who have to serve some evil god like dogs just to sleep soundly, I only work for myself!"
"That excuse won't fool anyone. Only the Annihilation Cult knows how to summon the aberrations of the Abyssal Deep Sea. I advise you to stop resisting, heretic. You stand on the Sun God's territory; not even the curse of an Abyssal Hound can save you!" The leader at the center of the gathering stared fixedly at Shirley, his