Chapter 226.3
There are many dark-skinned Cruzians, so I think they are assassins from the Central West branch. If it’s this strict, any decent person would have no choice but to give up on the investigation.
“…{Reality Breaker}…”
Using the {Darkness} of the Rejected World, I instantly move to the mansion grounds.
I don’t think anyone will find me if I continue to use {Darkness} like this. However, since I don’t know how long it will take to find evidence, it would be better not to waste magical power.
I lightly exhale the air from my lungs, pull out the surrounding weeds along with the soil, and rub them against my cloak.
I can “see” magical energy with my eyes, so I am comparable to a cat-type beastman in terms of Concealment. What I thought was dangerous from the information I had so far was that if there was a high-ranking Concealment expert, they would come into contact without realizing each other. I can recognize them by color and shape, so I can avoid them to some extent, but I think the most troublesome are wandering dogs.
Wild animals won’t notice me. But if there is a dog trained to detect concealment, even if I am not detected, there is a possibility that I will be noticed by a faint smell.
It’s troublesome, but it’s not all bad. The people of the Assassin’s Guild don’t use concealment to avoid being antagonized by dogs.
And using animals isn’t all good either.
“…”
The dog is right in front of me. It’s a huge dog like a demon wolf, and even if it doesn’t notice me, it doesn’t move from the spot because it smells strange.
The fact that it doesn’t even growl is proof that it is well-trained. The dog moves as if searching for something and stops looking at me.