“That’s strange. It should be around here.”0

Luke felt as though he had been wandering in circles for a while. He had already reached the tower where Keter’s office was located, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find an entrance or a way to ascend. Running his hands along the walls yielded no results either. After all, Luke was a knight, not an expert on mechanisms or an adventurer.0

“Ugh, this is eerie.”0

Liqueur in darkness felt like an entirely new city. Multicolored lights flickered here and there, dazzling his eyes. Yet, the darkness wasn’t dispelled; instead, it seemed to blend with the lights, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Luke’s misfortune detector was acting up like a broken compass, spinning wildly without pointing to something.0

Luke glanced into the darkness beyond the streets, and he could sense someone’s gaze fixated on him.0

“...”0

A fear of the unknown began to creep over him. Even though he tried to brush it off, it showed—his eyes trembled, his posture stiffened, and his movements became awkward. Then, figures cloaked in darkness began to close in on him.0

Luke noticed them but refrained from making any sudden moves or attacking. He had an instinctual feeling that he shouldn’t leave this area. It wasn’t a sense driven by his special ability but pure intuition.0

At that moment, one of the shadows made a direct move toward him. Realizing it too late, Luke panicked and raised his bow, only to be met with a startled voice.0

“Mr. Knight, what are you doing here?”0

It was Daat—the young boy whom Keter casually referred to as Dork. He carried bags filled with groceries, resembling...0