The Invisible Flame and the Gallows

Clark was still talking when he realized Robet had no intention of paying him any mind. Instead, Robet's gaze was fixed on the direction where the police cars had just left, which made Clark look at him hesitantly, a faintly bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Robet, don't tell me that child really is a Demon? I examined him carefully just now, and his body didn't seem any different from an ordinary person's," Clark said, looking at Robet with an awkward expression.

If Clark had misjudged him, that would be far too embarrassing—especially since he had sounded so utterly certain before. Now it really felt like a slap in the face.

"That child doesn't seem to have any problems, but that woman definitely does!" Robet slowly shook his head and looked in the direction the police cars had disappeared. "Such a frenzied aura, yet she's carefully hiding it. Even if she doesn't possess any extraordinary power, she definitely isn't a normal person..."

"You should still remember the Joker from before, right? The frenzied aura this woman gave off could be said to be second only to the Joker's. How could someone like that be a normal person? Not to mention, the way she adored that kid so much... she's the one who seems more like the kind of person you said would shoot Little Boy..."

"Hm?!" Clark frowned at that. His gaze crossed the distance and landed on Belloc, but even now, Clark still couldn't see anything wrong with her, let alone any frenzied aura on her. Belloc was merely staring at Damian in her arms the whole time, which looked a little strange, that was all.

Of course, although Clark couldn't see anything wrong with Belloc, he wouldn't suspect that Robet had seen it wrong or anything of the