When I started heading directly to the capital, the mana of the pursuers converging on my location began to change directions as well. This instant adjustment meant that the pursuers also had considerable mana detecting ability. This was only natural since the mana signified that the great elder of the Butterfly Tribe, Arpen, was part of the pursuit. 

However, their reaction speed while following me seemed strangely quick. Was it just my imagination? No, at times like this, it was better to be suspicious. I wanted to get to the capital without using magic if possible, but I couldn’t help it.

"Devils in the shadows, may they wear the reflection in the mirror and appear. Doppelganger." 

A clone made of magic appeared right next to me, sharing my appearance. It was highly similar to the clone magic that I used during the "normal conversation between family members" with my aunt.

"I always think this, but it's not a good look.”

"I always think this, but it's not a good look.”

The clone and I said the same thing in the same tone. Even if it was a clone that I made, I wasn't too happy to know that there was someone exactly...