"Do you need me to hunt down Red Fox?"
For a moment, Kranbarit thought he had misheard.
Then he gave a kindly smile. "Mr. Rayleigh, your enthusiasm is admirable."
"However, Red Fox is no ordinary opponent."
"He is an Iron-blooded Knight, a demigod."
"We're already quite satisfied that you were able to bring back information about him."
"As for Red Fox, we have other people assigned to deal with him."
Rayleigh nodded. "In that case, I'll be responsible for something else."
"That's right." Kranbarit produced a file envelope and took out some documents and photographs.
"His name is Roskin, though that may be an alias."
"He has already infiltrated the capital, but so far, we haven't found any trace of him."
By sharing his projection's senses, Sifa "saw" what the spy looked like.
He appeared to be a middle-aged man whose clothes and bearing suggested he belonged to the middle class.
Kranbarit added a warning. "When we first received the intelligence, Lenburg's official counterintelligence agency got close to him, but he shook them off."
"As such, we suspect this spy is very likely a Faceless."
Sifa inwardly nodded.
Indeed, a Faceless was exceptionally well suited to being a spy.
If this Mr. Roskin was also a Marionettist, he would be even harder to deal with.
Of course.
That was only true for Rayleigh the Hunter.
Still, whether he was a Faceless or a Marionettist, finding him would not be easy.
A Seer could always sense danger in advance.
Finding someone like that in a large city was no simple matter.
"I understand."
Rayleigh put away the documents and photographs. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee success."
Kranbarit was not at all surprised by that answer.
They themselves had made many attempts.
But every one had ended in failure.
That was