Who was Vanessa?
An orderly who carried corpses for the hospital, earned 35 leo a week, slept in a drawer compartment meant for the dead, and lived like a weed.
In this city, there were countless weeds like her. Every day, many quietly dropped dead on street corners, while still more struggled up beside the rotting corpses.
Vanessa herself could not say when she would die. Perhaps today, perhaps in five years.
Weeds were like morning dew to begin with. A brief existence was the norm.
And the Troy Society... damn it, she had never heard that name, but anyone who handed out thousands of leo at a time had to be rich.
Would the rich actually lower their eyes to look at someone as insignificant as her?
The only thing special about Vanessa was probably that she had just come into contact with the Supernatural.
She was not even the Supernatural person yet. She had merely dipped her fingers into it—and lost four of them in the process.
Dorothea had said that establishing the Esoteric Church Invokes the Gaze Church would draw attention, but why was she already being watched before she had even established it?
Perhaps the supernatural world ran deeper than she had imagined.
Vanessa pondered for a moment, then knocked on Lachi's door. "Mr. Razi, do you know where this letter came from?"
Old Razi poked his head out, his face indifferent. "How would I know?"
The girl sighed, took a leo coin from her trench coat, and held it in her hand.
The frost on Old Razi's face rapidly melted. He snatched the coin, rubbed it, then blew on it before finally tucking it away with a beaming smile.
"I don't know."
"Wait, I'm telling the truth! I really don't know!"
Watching Vanessa advance menacingly,