Grisha was only an ordinary person, and a child who was especially easy to fool. His hypnosis already had the effect of interfering with cognition; even if there had been a few flaws, it should have been enough to muddle through. Could there really have been some huge loophole?
But the scene just now had been extremely simple: soap, fried fish, and Nora. Where could the problem have been?
Isaac had been sent by Theus to the Northern Territory to gather intelligence, so he was naturally meticulous. After giving it a little thought, he roughly understood the reason.
"It's Nora. Something happened with Nora? Is Nora not in the camp?"
He muttered to himself. Catching sight of Grisha still glaring at him furiously, he shook his head again.
"Looks like I guessed wrong. Nora was seriously injured and couldn't get up?"
"Nora doesn't come out on patrol?"
"Nora's accent is wrong?"
After several guesses, he could not discern anything from Grisha's face. Isaac simply stopped trying. He patted the snow from his body, picked up the flatbread from the ground, and tucked it back into his chest.
Perhaps he was simply unlucky. Those on the investigator pathway always occasionally encountered unexpected situations. Even though Isaac followed two pathways, he was no exception.
"I am indeed from Castel, but I was not sent by the lord. I merely heard that Lady Nora was still organizing resistance, so I came to make contact."
He explained himself to Grisha, then, regardless of whether the boy believed him, hung him back on the tree and continued deeper into the forest.
The investigator pathway was naturally suited to tracking. As long as he confirmed that Grisha belonged to the resistance, he only needed to follow the traces of the boy's arrival.
In truth, Isaac had