Lorry froze. Just as he was about to ask why, he suddenly heard Vera say quietly, "I can sense several colleagues on their way here. Under the principles of single-point contact and confidentiality for informants, you should leave.
"As for the reason, you can ask the Curse of Knowledge."
He gave his superior a suspicious look, feeling that there was a hint of gloating in his eyes, but when he looked more closely, it seemed to have been his imagination.
He probably wouldn't harm me, Lorry thought, nodding slightly. "All right."
Then he stroked the White Bone Ring and used a Traveler's Teleportation again. His figure quickly turned illusory, vanishing inch by inch.
At the sight, the corners of Vera's mouth slowly curled upward.
64 Iris Street, Hillston District.
In the second-floor study, Lorry's figure rapidly took shape.
He sat down in the easy chair on the terrace and began reviewing this harrowing experience.
"Altair is a literature enthusiast"-that name didn't seem to belong to a normal pathway. Combined with the results of spirit channeling Randolph's Brain-
He most likely worships some evil god.
As a believer in an evil god, he could thrive in Backlund without the Three Great Churches discovering his identity. He must have remained sufficiently vigilant. It was perfectly normal for him to flee as soon as he noticed something wrong.
On the contrary, staying in the villa to await the apocalypse would have been strange.
Heh, I really am still inexperienced. Vera could reach that conclusion from just a little information, while I actually hoped to catch him.
The lieutenant colonel was right. Parliamentarian Begat isn't someone we can move against casually.
*That also means the two leads I worked so hard to find have gone cold again. But that's all right. I'll keep investigating