While Magnus York had someone change the tires, Nina Jacobs silently glanced at the observation post in the distance.
’It’s not time for the others to come out yet.’
’But I’ll leave markings along the way.’
’The destination is inside the nature reserve. It shouldn’t be too hard for them to find me later.’
The tire was quickly replaced. Magnus York, a few of her people, and Summer Warner all got into one vehicle.
"It seems Veronica Ziegler has been Alistair White’s person all along. She must be the one who revealed our location to them,"
Ben Lawson said.
They had never expected Alistair White to show up here.
Magnus York was silent for a moment before saying, "Veronica Ziegler... She’s not that simple."
Ben Lawson looked at her, confused.
"Come to think of it, you seemed to treat her differently before. She’s just a Space Superpower User, isn’t she?"
Magnus York smiled. "That’s precisely the point. Why would Alistair White recruit an extra Space Superpower User? He already has one he trusts, doesn’t he?"
Ben Lawson finally understood, but at the same time, he was even more confused.
’Just what is Veronica Ziegler’s background?’
Magnus York glanced at the rearview mirror.
Summer Warner, sitting in the back, was looking out the window, seemingly uninterested in their conversation.
Only then did she say, "You should know that the higher-ups have been cooperating with two other factions recently. One of them is always incredibly secretive. All I know is that they’re affiliated with the Mystic Sect."
"What the hell is that?"
Ben Lawson voiced the question on Nina Jacobs’s mind.
’There are multiple factions within The Aegis Conclave?’
Magnus York scoffed. "It’s nothing, really. Probably some remnant of a feudal, superstitious organization. They say they want to use us to find some kind of Mystic Sect heritage.
"Oh, right. I heard they’ve been searching for it for several hundred years."
"Heritage... is it a thing? And what does that have to do with Veronica Ziegler?"
Ben Lawson was completely lost.
"You can think of the Mystic Sect as a large religious organization formed by the various Ancient Martial Clans of Drakonia. It’s said that this heritage manifests in the direct bloodline of these clans—that is, in their heirs."
"The heritage is a treasure everyone wants to get their hands on. Those old fossils have been searching for centuries with no luck. And Veronica Ziegler... she’s likely one of the Mystic Sect,"
Magnus York explained.
"So she came here looking for someone? How would she know that the person with this treasure is here?"
’No wonder Magnus York treated Veronica Ziegler differently from the other mercenaries. So that’s her hidden identity.’
"Because of a prophecy."
Magnus York’s tone made it sound like a joke.
"It says the inheritor will awaken their Superpower here in Mornfell."
"Here? Awaken a Superpower? She actually believes that."
Ben Lawson also found it absurd.
Eryx Rhodes, having listened, also shook his head. "If this heritage was really so amazing, it wouldn’t wait until now for someone to awaken their Superpower, would it?"
"That’s why I can’t figure out why the higher-ups would cooperate with people like that."
Magnus York only knew all this because she had some knowledge of esoteric arts, and some of her contacts claimed to be from Ancient Martial Clans.
’Looking for someone awakening a Superpower in Mornfell?’
Nina Jacobs found it interesting as well.
That would explain why Veronica Ziegler never left Mornfell.
’But for a faction like the Mystic Sect to cooperate with The Aegis Conclave... and what about the other faction Magnus York mentioned?’
"Magnus, those people are catching up. Are we going to travel with them?"
asked Leo Flynn, who was driving.
"We can’t shake them off, they’re like leeches. But he can forget about snatching the prize."
Magnus York’s gaze fell on Summer Warner.
"I see that Miss Warner is not only skilled, but also quite proficient at killing."
"You want me to kill someone?"
Nina asked.

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