She’s dangerous, Leon thought as his nape slowly became soaked in cold sweat.0

The fact that the Keeper and Karen were the same person was a truth he wasn’t supposed to know. If not for El-Cid’s confirmation, he never would’ve dismissed his hunch in a heartbeat.1

Their impressions were polar opposites, and they even acted independently. A cheerful, charming female adventurer was actually one of the bosses of the slums? No one would’ve seen that coming.0

Khan clearly had no clue. And if the Guildmaster had known, he would’ve pulled me aside and given me a heads-up. He’d never keep it hidden from the Bishop Caesare either—not without risking serious consequences.0

Which meant that Leon was the only one privy to this secret. Even if someone else did know, it wasn’t like they could ensure his safety. For an assassin, their identity was the last thing they wanted to be revealed. If discovered, they’d do anything to silence the witness.0

Dammit…0

Leon moved without changing his expression, keeping a perfectly blank face despite the turmoil inside. One of the assassin’s greatest assets was observational skill. Understanding what their target was thinking, how they moved, and why—only then would they strike.0

Karen might not notice anything while she walked ahead, but it never hurt to be cautious.0

“Left here!” she called out in...0