Malicious Spell Spirit

Who had betrayed me and leaked my movements? Dalier? Rowett? The tracker in the curling iron I just bought? Or that strawberry smoothie?

The only betrayer Felix could be certain of was the strawberry smoothie. Her stomach was starting to hurt. Sure enough, she really shouldn't have eaten anything cold these past few days.

She was not particularly anxious. Though this pursuit had been unexpected, when you had suffered at least one assassination attempt every month since childhood and could dive under the bed or into the wardrobe within three seconds of falling asleep, you would probably grow numb to danger too.

This time, however, it really was A Bit Troublesome. She had not expected Beverly to actually hire the infamous Van Dale Gang. Across the entire Star Country, the Van Dale Gang was one of the three great gangs. Behind them stood numerous Weigong Nobles, and the ugly, stupid Six-Lamp Masks on their faces had clearly been modified from the Wall Legion's Abyss surveillance helmet, Type I1, possessing multiple monitoring functions for air, heat, dust, bloodstains, and more.

Gala City had no gangs—or rather, the more nobles a place had, the less likely it was for gangs to take shape. The three great gangs were all based in resource-based cities with large urban areas but few nobles, yet ordinary people knew very little about them. Even in the cities where gangs ran wildest, ordinary people found it extremely difficult to come into contact with gang members, because once they harmed the populace, it was equivalent to declaring war on the nobles.

Nobles had to protect the people, and the people accepted noble governance. This was the law of the stars. Therefore, from the moment gangs were born, their clients and their targets had always been the same group: nobles.