She fell into thought.
Out in the wilderness.
The Abyssal Hunter hit the brakes.
Her brows furrowed as she felt that something was off.
Skadi was on her way to Iberia—
Kal'tsit's intelligence indicated signs of Abyssal Hunter activity in Iberia.
She was going there to see which Abyssal Hunter was still alive.
But just now, the Abyssal Hunter had felt as though something had happened.
She touched her head.
The hunter's tricorne hat she had brought from Ægir was still on her head.
Yet Skadi felt as though the hat had become a little heavier.
Was it an illusion?
The Abyssal Hunter took off her tricorne hat.
It had the familiar feel and weight.
"Ishar'mla, is there anything extra on my head?"
She looked at the passenger beside her.
The Abyssal Hunter had given the Sea God girl a chance to get some fresh air.
Although Ishar'mla spent every day lost in wild thoughts and trying to steal food, she had indeed been helpful.
Skadi decided to reward her by letting her out for some air.
"No..."
Ishar'mla turned to look at Skadi.
There was confusion on the face identical to the Abyssal Hunter's.
"..."
For some reason, Skadi felt irritated.
She wanted to vent.
But this was the wilderness...
Vague figures appeared around them.
They were wild Sarkaz mercenaries.
They seemed to have set their sights on the lone woman—
Ordinary people could not see Ishar'mla.
So the Abyssal Hunter picked up her weapon.
She needed to vent the irritation in her heart.
"Theresa, what's wrong?"
The Feline handling official business noticed the Demon King's abnormality.
For some reason, Theresa's expression seemed rather strange.
"...It's nothing, Kal'tsit."
The young Demon King touched her head.
For some reason, she had just felt as though she were wearing