Clearly, Marco had once again chosen the safer option: Cross Square.
And without a doubt, Cross Square was unsafe once again.
"Camus..."
Shock, confusion, bewilderment, worry—in that instant, Fu Qian heard a whole host of complicated emotions in Marco's exclamation.
"Camus Greda."
Fu Qian slowly put his mask back on, then added the full name.
"How can it be you? What are you doing here? And what's with that getup..."
Marco spoke through gritted teeth, keeping his distance warily.
"This?"
Fu Qian lifted the cloth covering his arm and head cage, revealing a deformed, almost translucent arm.
The ability he had gained from Camus through Insight had not yet worn off.
"It really is you... But weren't you supposed to—"
As a colleague he had never seen eye to eye with, Marco clearly recognized this as Camus's ability. His voice grew even more grave.
"Supposed to die at the hands of the Night Watchers, right?"
Fu Qian cut him off, letting out a string of cold laughs.
"Fortunately, I wasn't stupid enough for that. And I can imagine that's the fate you'll be facing."
"...What do you mean?"
Fu Qian's words had clearly touched a nerve. Marco asked warily.
"I'm under no obligation to tell you."
Fu Qian refused to answer without the slightest courtesy.
"So that's what this strange getup is about... You were the one at the Old Seminary before, weren't you? What are you investigating?"
The man in the trench coat had certainly come through.
As soon as Marco asked, Fu Qian gave the trench-coated man a silent thumbs-up.
The only way Marco could have learned about this was from Ariel. The trench-coated man had obviously passed the information along.
And the fact that Marco had followed him here just now proved it, too.
"I told you,