Chapter 15: Is Cruxius a Pig?
'Neuril has yet to register in any of the foundation programs.' Cruxius muttered, finally closing his laptop. He glanced at the nearby clock—two hours had passed since Thalia had woken up.
Stretching his back, he pulled out a pendrive from the laptop and handed it to Darithi, adding, "Collect all the details about the names I mentioned. The area is vague since I can't pinpoint it exactly, and appearances aren't fixed either, so you just have names."
"...Yes," Darithi nodded, taking the pendrive. She had seen her master writing down names while going through a list of superheroes. Clearly, these names weren't on that list.
He didn't seem too inquisitive either—just enough to get the task started. She only needed to complete it.
"How are you going to do it?" came a voice, making both Darithi and Cruxius turn.
A woman sat at the table, surrounded by half-finished dishes brought in about half an hour ago, clearly savoring each bite. Her emerald eyes looked exhausted but were curious as she tasted the unfamiliar cuisine.
"I'll use AI detection or experts," Darithi replied vaguely.
Technically, she was just going to pass the task to intelligence agencies known for confidentiality. But she couldn't say that out loud, not when her master hadn't yet told the woman that he was heir of Blac Corporation.
"...Tch, why ke...ep her by ...side? Sh...e is so ineffe...cient," Thalia muttered, shaking her head as she leaned toward the table and gave a look to Cruxius.
He just glanced back with an amused smile, watching Thalia gobble up food like she hadn't eaten in days.
"And you think you can do better than her?" Cruxius asked simply, not even looking up. He had already made up his mind—there was no need for him to do the legwork when money could buy the answers.