"Who's there!"
Lorne spun around, Phantom instantly aimed into the darkness. Its muzzle gleamed coldly beneath the dim yellow gaslight, but there was no one ahead of him.
No one... He kept his guard up and activated Spirit Vision, scanning his surroundings.
Yet even through Spirit Vision, everything remained as calm as ever, without the slightest disturbance.
"Am I being paranoid..."
"Right, this room is barely ten square meters. How could someone else be hiding in here?"
Lorne lowered his pistol and slipped it back into the Gun Holster beneath his arm.
After a moment's hesitation, he picked up a coin and tossed it into the air.
Heads...
"Was it really just my imagination..."
"Lucky, did you notice anything?" Lorne turned toward the orange cat lying on the bed.
"Meow..." Lucky swished her tail, indicating that everything was normal.
Lorne rubbed his temples. Perhaps he was simply too tense.
"What happened today might not be a one-off. Who knows whether those lunatics will use such a gentle approach next time."
"A hero rescuing a damsel in distress. How did they even come up with that..."
"Lucky, what do you think?" Lorne turned toward the orange cat beside him.
"Meow?"
"Sigh." Lorne shook his head.
"Given the potential risks, it looks like we'll have to consider leaving again."
During his earlier studies, he had learned that secret organizations like the Rose School, which originated on other continents and worshipped evil gods, largely confined their activities to the colonies.
After all, compared with inland cities, the colonies were subject to less oversight and offered fertile ground for their beliefs.
"It makes sense. This world is still in a stage of savage development. Even workers within the kingdom live from hand to mouth, never knowing what tomorrow holds, let alone those in