There was no doubt that someone like Isley would never be content to stay still.
After giving it some thought, he sent several Awakened Beings out of the Northern Lands to gather information about Artoria while closely monitoring any actions the Organization might take.
This, in turn, worsened the Organization's fears of losing control over the situation.
For a time, a new round of overt and covert struggle unfolded around this not-so-large island.
But whether it was the Organization or those so-called "Abyssals," Allen paid them no mind. He continued following Teresa, watching the twin goddesses from the original story gradually go from strangers to familiar companions, slowly developing mutual understanding and dependence.
Clare in particular was not only given a name, but also quickly emerged from her withdrawn state and gradually regained her ability to speak.
Just like that, two people who had both lost everything and were unbearably lonely opened their hearts to each other.
Once again, reality proved that emotions, rather than reason as many scholars claimed, were the primary force guiding human behavior.
Walking through the streets of a small town beneath the mountains, Teresa watched Clare running and hopping excitedly ahead of them and could not help sighing softly. "How wonderful would it be if such a peaceful and happy life could go on forever?"
"What, is your Abyssal One coming?" Allen asked without turning around.
"Yes. He's here. And he didn't come alone. I can sense the presence of at least five warriors." Teresa gazed toward the barren, rock-strewn wilderness outside the town.
As the Claymore with the greatest Yoki-sensing ability of any generation, detecting them from this distance was effortless for her.
Of course, the other side had no intention of hiding. They wanted her to sense them openly so she would take