Backlund, an unknown secret hideout.
"Hmm..."
Five of Clubs clicked his tongue as he read the intelligence report before him, which showed no progress whatsoever. He looked rather impatient.
"It's been so long, and still nothing has happened between those two?"
"That Demoness is actually this bad at it... She can't even land a single detective..."
"Wasn't the claim that no one could resist a Demoness? Even Roselle..."
Five of Clubs felt a flicker of irritation. He had deliberately arranged for those two suspicious individuals to be together, hoping they might strike some unusual sparks and expose more weaknesses.
Yet, after all this time, absolutely nothing had happened.
"Humans are often tempted by their most primal desires. That is what we call human nature."
Recalling what someone had once taught him, Five of Clubs unconsciously rubbed his chin.
Could there be... something wrong with that detective's body?
But a moment later, he abandoned that pointless line of thought.
He had never liked pondering the thoughts of ordinary humans. To him, it was simply a waste of time.
"How boring."
"It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands after all."
He unconsciously pressed around his eye, then picked up a finished letter and walked to the window. A moment later, a pitch-black crow swept past, neatly snatching the letter in its beak before soaring into the sky.
"Say hello to that irritating fellow for me~"
"The detective is still alone."
"Mm." Lorne nodded.
"If you keep this up, he'll notice something sooner or later," the lady bodyguard reminded him in her ethereal voice.
Lorne fell silent.
Actually, after Xio left that day, he had sensed someone watching him-or perhaps it was a premonition. Though faint, it had indeed pinpointed him. His own anti-divination abilities had failed to work,