As a holder of a "God Card," he had to keep up the necessary pretenses.
Two thirty in the afternoon.
Dark arrived at the Adventurers' Guild with Hanna, who was similarly disguised as an ordinary adventurer.
According to the latest intelligence, Sloane had entered this Adventurers' Guild two minutes earlier.
Although he had disguised himself as an adventurer in full plate armor, using conspicuousness to conceal his true identity in reverse, the maids responsible for tracking had still Lock-On to him by investigating the flow of people.
Simply put, once every other impossibility had been eliminated, the only one left was Sloane.
As long as one could fully grasp the movements of people within an area, they could track his whereabouts without even approaching or observing him.
Dark leaned against a pillar outside the Adventurers' Guild, casually looking at the sheet of paper in his hand.
The paper contained a map of every route Sloane had taken since leaving the vicinity of Nyx Temple.
"From the Temple to the guild, wandering around so randomly without any pattern—what exactly is he doing?"
"Perhaps he's just sightseeing around Free City's famous locations." Hanna glanced at the paper and said.
She had disguised herself as a mixed-blood catkin with cat ears and a tail... well, she did not need to disguise herself at all.
Dark flicked her ear, then folded up and put away the route map. Hanna was right—Sloane really did look like he was traveling.
He had shown great curiosity toward the changes in the human social landscape on display within Free City.
But if that was the case, did it mean Sloane had only recently emerged from the Underworld—"The Underworld... If he hid his Life Casket in the Underworld, or even in the hands of some Underworld god, wouldn't that