"When Danitz and I went to the Resistance Private Port, we received some information. Helene, the red-haired woman being sought by Vice Admiral of Ailment, the Church of Storms, and the Intis Embassy, had appeared near Bayam. Since I wanted to learn from Vice Admiral of Ailment where that batch of Death documents was, Danitz and I used divination to find her."
Still disguised as Helene, Klein spoke as he carried Tracy, who was still unconscious beneath the table, into the lounge at the back and laid her flat on the carpet. Her brows were tightly furrowed, but the bone-deep wound on her right shoulder had stopped bleeding.
"After finding out why Tracy was looking for her, I came up with this plan. I used Faceless to impersonate her, had Danitz deliver me to the Resistance Private Port, and sell me to Vice Admiral of Ailment's people. On one hand, they could collect the 1,500-pound bounty as funding for supplies. On the other, I could use it to infiltrate the Black Death."
"So the 'Helene' who was sitting in that small boat and brought over by Eloquent Speaker Mesor King was you? But I used Helene's blood for divination and tracking. You..."
Angel, who looked and dressed exactly like the Tracy lying on the floor, asked the question. Then her eyes widened as she suddenly realized something.
"That's right. I used the method for resisting curses that you once taught me. I collected a few drops of Miss Helene's blood and used a Paper Figurine Substitute to make a 'doll,' directing all divinations and tracking attempts targeting her onto me. That way, Tracy wouldn't notice anything suspicious. I just didn't expect..."
Klein gave a soft laugh.
I was the one who got fooled first... Angel's expression darkened slightly.
Seeing that