On this deserted island, there was actually a stranger—and in the abandoned camp the two of them had just passed through?
Alarm bells rang in Angel's mind. She slowed her steps and placed a hand on the "Good Luck" revolver at her waist.
Although her spirituality had not warned her of danger, that did not mean the other party bore no hostility. Perhaps she had not revealed any killing intent for the moment, or perhaps her Sequence was too high and the gap in strength too great for spirituality to provide any warning.
Klein held a lantern behind her. He also shifted slightly aside, allowing them to support each other without being caught in certain abilities all at once.
"May I ask who you are?"
After coming to a stop, she asked softly, trying not to provoke the other party and avoid an unnecessary conflict.
The other party had said, "Finally back." Surely she did not think this abandoned camp belonged to the two of them?
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you just dealt with the 'Gazer' that had been living here, took the Beyonder Ingredients from its body, and were preparing to take that 'Ghost Ship' out at sea to leave this place?"
The black-haired woman sat sideways on a battered crate beside the campfire, facing the two of them as she spoke.
Angel noticed that the woman's feet beneath her skirt were bare. Her toes lightly rested on the ground, occasionally brushing over sand and dirt, yet not a trace of filth stained them.
"Yes."
She answered honestly. The other party had laid out everything they had done tonight with perfect clarity, so there was no point in denying it.
Clap.
The woman lightly hopped down from the crate and walked toward