"That fellow"?
Upon hearing Nimrod's words, Leonard immediately thought of Ince Zangwill. He took a deep breath and said solemnly to Nimrod:
"Please wait a moment. I'll go inform Captain Dunn."
Although Crestet Cesimir was nominally the team's captain now, he had not actively interfered in its affairs after their training ended. Everyone had retained the habit of calling Dunn Smith their captain:
Firstly, the team's organization was unusual. Secondly, Crestet needed to deal with Ince Zangwill and could not expose his own circumstances within the team investigating him.
With a Holy Relic at his disposal, Crestet could contend with demigod-level opponents, making him roughly equivalent to a demigod in combat strength. But once "0-08" knew his location, he would be put at a disadvantage.
"All right." Nimrod smiled and sat on the sofa, patiently waiting while maintaining his current appearance as "Mr. Dionysus."
Before long, Dunn came downstairs from the second floor, a trench coat draped over him. Looking at Nimrod, whose face had changed since their last meeting, Dunn studied him with his deep gray eyes before slowly nodding:
"It's been a long time, Mr. L."
"I considered the possibility that you would come here, but I didn't expect you to be the owner of the Fried Company that's been causing such a stir lately."
Dunn's tone was as calm as ever, as though Nimrod's identity had not particularly surprised him. The corners of Nimrod's lips rose slightly:
"I couldn't keep using my original identity after coming to Backlund. As you know, Mr. Dunn, the Church of Storms pursues us far more aggressively than the Church of Evernight. And with this face of mine-I imagine the Church of Storms has already dug up every last detail of my identity in Tingen City."
"Besides, when it comes to different