Sensing Thorne's cold resoluteness, Evangeline felt a flicker of uncertainty. 'How am I supposed to know anything about Divination?'
She wasn't a real Witch, so of course she couldn't perform Divination.
In her days of journeying through three thousand minor worlds, she had indeed learned many skills, but every single one was for strengthening herself to complete her missions smoothly.
'This Divination business, what good is it anyway?'
'Am I supposed to divine whether I can complete my mission? The very thought is absurd!'
'Still, I have a bit of a bird's-eye view. Since I know the original owner's good friend is in the Grymdale Tribe, I can just bring it up and let this Six-star Beastman, Orion, take the lead and drag her out, right?'
Evangeline silently gave herself a thumbs-up for her own cleverness.
Putting on an act, she took the lock of hair from Thorne and carefully stuffed it into the tortoise shell.
