Orphaned Youth "This is the place..."
After entering deeper into the slum, Anvis once again observed the course of fate and confirmed that the target he was looking for was in this area.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something and looked to one side, toward an alley where a small unexpected incident seemed to have occurred.
Under Anvis's gaze, a youth of about fifteen or sixteen emerged in a panic from a dark alley nearby, clutching something in his arms.
He had brown hair and pitch-black eyes. Though his features appeared ordinary at first glance, they became increasingly pleasing upon closer inspection. He wore a worn, coarse linen coat that was clearly too large for him, making him seem no different from the other impoverished youths nearby.
"Damn filthy little rat, you still dare run?! Stop right there, or when I catch you, I'll break your legs!"
Behind him, two vicious-looking refugees rushed out with clubs in hand. As they gave chase, they cursed viciously and continuously threatened the fleeing youth ahead.
The youth paid them no heed. He merely tightened his hold on the item in his arms and ran even faster.
On closer inspection, the thing the youth held as though it were some treasure was merely a bag of ordinary black bread.
The instant the youth appeared, Anvis's gaze immediately locked onto him.
Although the youth looked no different from the other peers in the slum, in Anvis's Fate Perspective, the amount of Fate's Favor surrounding him was astonishingly dense, like a dazzling Star Sea.
Other than Fiona, he was the person Anvis had seen with the greatest amount of Fate's Favor.
Anvis even suspected that the reason he had been able to foresee this direction was because the youth's dense Fate's Favor had drawn him here