'Only Emma, Amelia, and I know where she's hiding.'
Yet, he stepped forward without hesitation, claiming he could lead the way as if he had known all along.
That kind of certainty didn't come from intuition—it came from something more.
He must be using a tracking artifact.
And there was only one person capable of creating such a thing.
'Ravarn.'
Which meant one thing.
'Freedman is a parasite.'
A servant of the Demon King himself.
An enemy of the North.
At that exact moment, a faint shimmer of light flickered before my eyes—my status window.
[Objective Complete: The suspicious man's true identity has been uncovered.]
[New Mission Activated.]
[Subject Identified: Freedman, once a proud warrior of the Northern resistance.]
[Current Status: His human emotions consumed, his body overtaken by a demon parasite.]
[Mission Directive: Operating under Ravarn's command, Freedman's goal is the assassination of Velra.]
