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Traynor, who had been filling out forms, suddenly looked up at the distant clouds.
Medici noticed the change and raised an eyebrow.
"Helene used my charm," Traynor answered simply. "It contains my spirituality imprint, and we're very close now, so I can sense a connection."
"Is she in danger?" Medici pushed up his sunglasses, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Was it the little Demoness?"
Traynor shook his head. "She hasn't recited my name. Not once. And the spirituality imprint in the charm hasn't been triggered again. It should be a crisis she can handle herself."
"Couldn't she have been finished off in an instant?"
"If someone far above the wearer's Sequence approaches with malicious intent, the charm will react, much like a Devil's 'danger premonition.'" As the charm's original owner, he knew its functions very well. "In that case, she should have called for help long ago."
Medici gave an inscrutable snort that sounded like a laugh.
"Hopefully this bait will come in useful," he said leisurely.
"If she dies, we'll conceal the news and find someone to replace her," Traynor replied. "I think that if Helene dies, Vice Admiral of Ailment might lose her composure and expose her movements first. There would be no need for that extra step."
"As long as it works, it's a valid plan. Beyond that, you can do whatever you want."
Medici took off his sunglasses and spun them on a fingertip. Traynor continued clattering away at his portable typewriter, writing replies to the Aurora Order and the Iron and Blood Cross Order to report on the Red Angel's paid cruise vacation.
Some time passed like this before they suddenly looked up at the street together. A man wearing a white shirt with a jacket draped over his shoulders, but with