"Are you sure she left?"
A hoarse yet unclear voice echoed in a luxurious tent, reverberating from nowhere, lingering in the air like a stain that refused to fade.
The only one who heard it was a middle-aged man, seated cross-legged on a mahogany chair, unbothered as he slowly sipped his tea.
"Yeah, I'm 100% sure. Don't doubt Lord Lilith's skill in tracking a target. Especially when it's a female."
The middle-aged man was Professor Ruther Kane. Even inside his tent, he was wearing his usual suit, appearing elegant as usual.
"Good… as long as that Black Witch has left this place, our Crucible can act without restraint."
It wasn't only Principal Logan who found Isabella's presence in this Whiteleaf forest. The same was the case for the hidden members of the Crucible.
In fact, they were quite afraid that Isabella was also after the dungeon they were aiming at.
Fortunately, from how she suddenly disappeared, it seemed she was just passing by.
