Chapter 349: Third Wheel
Eleven would have bust out laughing if the mere idea of that didn’t seem like an enormous hassle. Instead, all she managed to do was raise an eyebrow.
“A smith?” Eleven repeated. “You think a smith killed Twelve? I’m far from Twelve’s biggest fan, but he wasn’t that incompetent. And how would a smith have known he needed such a powerful poison to take him out? This feels like the job of a very experienced enemy, not some random crafter.”
“I would hesitate to call Ifrit a random crafter,” One said slowly. The black light from his magic danced across his pensive features as he spoke. “He is the guildmaster of the Menagerie.”
Eleven stared at him. “Right. The Menagerie. Of course.”
“You don’t know who they are, do you?” One asked dryly.
“I have been… busy. Very busy.”
“Asleep,” One surmised. “No matter. They are a crafting guild. One who have accomplished some fairly impressive feats as of late — and they will be participating in the Proving Grounds.”
“A crafting guild? Why?”
“They have partnered with another guild at the Secret Eye’s behest. It is not uncommon… but there are more reasons that cause me to pay them attention. One of Twelve’s clones was in Milten, their hometown, when he died.”