As the morning mist dissipated, Naseng slipped out the back door of an Alchemy Shop in the southern part of the city.
He wore sharp, practical gray attire, and his eyes were keen.
'The Rose Commerce Association's shipment...'
He crouched in the shadows of the alley, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold sheath of the Short Blade at his waist.
'The last three shipping records all point to Black Crow Alchemy.'
It was an inconspicuous business under Edmund's name.
On the surface, it dealt in Low Tier alchemical goods, but three secret rooms were hidden beneath its warehouse.
Naseng had personally snuck in to investigate the previous night.
The secret rooms were filled with unopened, lead-sealed crates. The isolation Runes carved on their surfaces...
...were identical to the ones on that Metal case in Ian's Laboratory.
'So it really was you...'
A low, cold laugh rumbled in his throat, a guttural sound like a beast that has found its prey.
