"I can't find it directly right now. I'm a character in the story, so I don't have subjective initiative. Besides, if I open the cabinet or lift the bedcovers and confront that thief directly, it will choose to flee. Given its ability to grow stronger when facing strength, even if I can use my own power, I might not be able to catch it."
So what were you going to do?
"I'll make it come looking for me, then launch a shameless sneak attack."
"She" chuckled softly and did not ask Shade how he intended to do it.
Shade tore the page from his notebook, then tore it into three pieces, writing whom each piece was for.
He rose from the sofa and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Oh, it seems I need to seek help from the police. Staying in a burglarized home is simply too dangerous."
As he spoke, he flicked his right hand toward the door, and the three notes silently flew toward the stairwell. Doctor Schneider did not even need a spell. The powerful Spiritual Power of a Sixth Ring Arcanist directly drew the three notes over. Seeing the names written on the folded slips, he distributed them. After the three had read them separately, each began to act.
"I'll go change clothes in the bedroom first. Tonight is simply too cold."
With that, Shade entered his Master Bedroom and closed the door.
The living room, lit by Gas Lamps, returned to silence, while the sound of the wardrobe opening came from the Master Bedroom. This was followed by the clatter of hangers striking one another and the dull thumps of clothes being tossed onto the bed.
At that moment, the kitchen cupboard silently opened. A short, medium-built man in a black trench coat crawled out