The two nobles were still talking, but Angel's mind had long since left the cramped carriage.
She picked up her handbag, pretending to search for something, and pressed down on the "Crimson Eye" inside. Every living creature within a fifty-meter radius of the carriage appeared in her mind. They had already returned from the outskirts of the North Borough to the vicinity of the city, but with evening approaching, there were few pedestrians and carriages on the streets. Angel quickly filtered through everyone within range and found no trace of a Beyonder.
Of course, perhaps the other party's Sequence far surpassed hers, beyond the range the Crimson Eye could detect. But if such a stalker had their eye on her, her Magic Mirror's warning could not possibly have been so faint.
Or perhaps the other party was following the carriage from beyond fifty meters away?
When she released the Mystical Item, the whispers by Angel's ears gradually faded, replaced by Glaint's concerned question:
"Miss Irene, what's wrong?"
She came back to herself and found both Audrey and Glaint looking at her curiously.
"Sorry, my Seer's intuition was stirred just now." She found that she could now casually make up such lies without blushing. "It seems someone is following us."
"What!"
The strongest reaction came instead from Viscount Glaint, the only man in the carriage. The color that had only gradually returned to his face after leaving that bizarre classroom instantly drained away.
He pulled aside the curtain over the carriage window and craned his head outside. A moment later, he drew back. "I didn't see anything. No, there are a lot of carriages outside. I'm not sure whether anyone is following us."
Audrey was comparatively calm. Whether due to a Beyonder's particular nature or simply her temperament, she too leaned