Faint notes from a gramophone seemed to echo by his ear, yet the bedroom had fallen into an eerie silence. After the two remained locked in a standoff for more than ten seconds, Sno was finally the first to yield.
The Angel's phantom slipped back into the ring. Sno reached for the shirt by the bed and pulled it on, blinking to ease the sting in his eyes as he silently criticized Mr. Fool's carelessness.
With that almost Mental Corruption-like "empathy," he had no reason whatsoever to doubt Bernadette's certainty at this moment.
As a Sequence Two Sage, she was already a complete Mythical Creature. The essence of a Sage's Mythical Creature form was a torrent composed of countless pieces of information. If she wished, she could perfectly recreate every detail she had experienced before—even the shape of a pebble on a street she had passed years ago.
And that was indeed the case. Not long ago, the moment she noticed the strange look in that ghost's eyes, a faint sense of familiarity had welled up within her. Then, every gaze that had fallen upon her recently was compared in her mind. In the end, she identified the gaze that had rested on her during the day.
And she clearly remembered that gaze lingering on Sno longer than it had lingered on her.
That person definitely knew Sno.
Seeing that Sno did not seem inclined to speak, Bernadette took two steps forward. Her fluorescent eyes were exceptionally conspicuous in the darkness, even behind the fine lattice veil.
Sno's scalp prickled under that gaze. He could not help tightening his grip on the blanket, and beneath those oppressive eyes, he could only sigh.
"I'm not exactly an unknown figure in Backlund. It's perfectly normal for a thief to know me."
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