"They're here."
George Barton, who was sitting in Boca's living room drinking tea, suddenly spoke. "Did you sense them?"
"...Yeah, I sensed someone casting a curse on my house."
Boca's expression turned ugly, but at the same time, he felt relieved—it was a good thing he had been decisive enough.
His attitude was exceptionally respectful, almost to the point of humility. "Your Excellency, the Grand Guardian, what should I do now? Should I go out first to draw their attention, or stay here?"
"Whatever."
The Grand Guardian couldn't be bothered to entertain him and merely replied curtly.
Although Boca could be considered a witness, he wasn't exactly a good person either. Interrogating him could wait until later. For now, he had to help him deal with this scum.
He said to his griffins, "Protect David and Mr. Boca."
"Don't you need my help?"
Philip, who was lying in the living room, spoke in a deep voice.
Angelica and David were beside him, flanking David on either side. Even if there were snipers outside, they could block their shots.
"I'll tell you if I need your help."
George replied briefly, "But I don't think I need it right now."
He truly didn't think much of these people.
With the help of the Eye of Avalon, he had already seen their lineup clearly. The only one who could be considered strong was Lloyd.
Although there was also a middle-aged woman with some ability... she was perhaps a transcendent of the Path of Adaptation. She had keenly sensed George's scrutiny, and she had already fled before the carriage even stopped.
As for the "Aleister" Boca had mentioned, he hadn't come at all.
—But that didn't matter.
Even if he couldn't capture Aleister, capturing Lloyd would still be worthwhile.
As long as he protected