Inside the carriage, Hobart sized up the three team members besides Dunn. One was Klein Moretti, with black hair, brown eyes, and an unmistakably scholarly air.
Another was Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, unkempt and possessing the air of a poet.
The last was Fry, with a high nose bridge, a cold and gloomy temperament, and a face so pale he scarcely looked alive.
Captain Dunn had deployed three team members at once partly because he took a Sequence 7 enemy seriously, and partly, of course, because he was wary of Hobart.
Even after confirming Hobart's identity by telegraphing Backlund, Dunn had remained clearly guarded around him.
That was perfectly normal. After all, they had never fought together and lacked trust.
"Then, Mr. Hobart," Dunn said, "what clue did you mention earlier that can be used for divination?"
Hobart took out his wallet and carefully removed a corner of a banknote. "I saw him put this banknote into his pocket with my own eyes.
"Afterward, he needed to reach the ambush site before me, so he probably had no time to take out the banknote. Once he showed signs of Loss of Control, he would have had even less chance to bother with it.
"So I believe that banknote is very likely still on him."
The banknote he referred to was naturally the 5 Sule divination fee he had paid Achilles earlier. When taking it from his wallet, he had secretly torn off a tiny corner.
Klein placed the small corner in his palm. Using a piece of the banknote to search for the whole banknote was indeed not very difficult.
Leonard asked with a smile, "If—oh, I mean if, there is no implication directed at you."
He continued, "What if he isn't carrying the banknote?"
"Then