If they say it tomorrow, then it's likely that they are preparing something now. If my feelings are correct and they are indeed the Heretics, then I must stop them before Clockheart is influenced by their false teachings. Innocent people inside should not become victims of the war caused by their false teachings.

The empty old building is located not far in district three, a district where the poor reside. It's a filthy place that is unworthy of being a living space, filled with waste from the construction of airships.

To me, those who live there are truly remarkable because they are able to survive using the contaminated water. I don't know how they neutralize it, but they are extraordinary to find a way.

As usual, I have to hold my breath every time I pass through this district. The strong smell of chemicals stings my eyes, causing people here to wear large round goggles and cover the lower part of their faces with wet cloth mixed with medicinal concoctions. Meanwhile, I have no choice but to create a military-grade face mask.

I know I attract attention because of it, but what else can I create besides this?

I don't want to be too excessive in using Glory because its powerful aura could let the Heretics know I'm here. I am their main adversary who has foiled two of their plans completely, so I am the next target, one that needs to be eliminated soon.

Fortzeit is already visible ahead, a large clock factory that has been abandoned for a reason I don't really care about. If I'm not mistaken, it was due to a dispute over ownership between the two children of the factory owner, which gradually led to its bankruptcy as they indulged in their childish behavior.

However, if they were willing to work together and share the profits, then build another factory, they could become wealthy together. They could even live in the first district now, where the rich people reside.

Speaking of the first district, I really can't linger in such luxurious places. Everywhere I look, there are jewelry stores, expensive clothing, and other lavish items that honestly hurt my eyes. It's unlike the second district, which is the residence of traders and workers.

There, it's full of trees and gardens, making it a pleasant recreational area. It's also a place for exchanging information without arousing suspicion, as who would want to exchange dangerous information in a place full of children?

Oh hey! Look, there's someone from the district one here...

Wait!

I hurriedly hid, silently praying, hoping that she wouldn't notice me and continue walking. She was a woman in her mid-30s, beautiful and elegant like a wealthy person. Her long, wavy brown hair swayed from side to side in rhythm with her steps. The sound of her high-heeled shoes caught people's attention because no one in this district owned such expensive leather shoes.

Slowly, I followed her from above the buildings, leaping from one building to another without difficulty, given the close proximity of each building in this city. The longer I followed her, the more suspicious I became of her, especially when we walked in the same direction towards the dark and abandoned old factory.

She stopped right at the front door, knocking several times in what I presumed to be a secret rhythm. The door opened without revealing anyone behind it, welcoming her inside. As it was about to close, I could see a man following her from behind the door, holding a rifle.

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I observed the surroundings, searching for the best way to enter without needing to kick open the front door as I usually did. Before long, I found an open window on the right side of the factory, and luck was on my side as the window was shielded from the moonlight, allowing me to stealthily infiltrate inside.

After performing some parkour, I leaped onto the roof of the factory, peering through the window to ensure that this wasn't a trap intentionally set in case someone came looking for trouble. After I'm sure, I entered, trying to stay calm while allowing my eyes to adjust.

Before long, I heard voices from below. I took a deep breath, preparing to slowly jump onto the wooden frame, hoping it wouldn't break under the weight of my body, and made my way towards the middle to hear their conversation better.

From there, I could see two men dressed entirely in black, resembling individuals from the Middle Ages, talking to the woman. They weren't the misguided followers I had initially thought, but I still sensed something wrong about them. I didn't know what it was; let's hope they answer it themselves.

"How about the order back then? Has it met the quota?" one of the men asked, wearing a white mask with eyes that appeared like inverted mouths, while his mouth seemed to smile unnaturally wide, too wide.

"I have sent it as usual. You don't need to worry about the quota; you just need to worry about my payment. I won't explain what could happen if you're short of just one gold coin, will I?" she threatened.

I don't know where she got the courage to confront the two individuals radiating an uncomfortable aura in front of her. If I were in her position, I might have already taken their lives for disturbing me. Of course, after forcefully extracting information from them. And if they didn't provide it, I would simply use Glory to torture them.

I know this goes against the code of legendary thieves. However, those two individuals reminded me of him.

And true enough, they jumped back with their rifles aimed at her. I used my abilities, appearing in front of them before they could pull the trigger and causing their heads to collide, blood seeping out as they fell to the ground.

I hope I wasn't too harsh and that they didn't lose their lives, as I still have so many questions about their job.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" the woman behind shouted, appearing panicked.

"Umm, saving you?"

"THANK YOU, BUT I DON'T NEED TO BE SAVED!" She shouted loudly, walking closer and kneeling in the middle of the two individuals in front, feeling their pulse on their necks, then exhaling in relief. "You're lucky they're not dead, just... brain scrambled. Well, hopefully not too severe." She stood up, turned to face me with a pair of displeased faces for being 'interrupted' rather than 'saved.'

"They were going to shoot you, and you think you didn't need to be saved?" I asked, not understanding.

I thought only women from my world were strange. I didn't expect it to be the same here.

"That's how they end a meeting, to make sure their clients aren't infiltrators," she replied, resigned to the situation.

I take back my words. They were just as strange as the people in my world.

"Now they will never trust us again. Yet, this is our best way to infiltrate. Besides, who are you? I don't know anyone in Clockheart who can move that fast. And... that white hair, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Quickly, I approached, surprising her and causing her to forget her previous thoughts as our faces were only a few inches apart. Strangely, her gaze softened, and she stammered.

"Handsome... I mean, I-I..."

She fell silent, only our breaths audible before I took a step back and folded my arms. "What is someone from the first district doing here? Quickly speak before I make you like them. You surely don't want to lose your intelligence, do you, Miss Sheila Arfritz?"

The woman flinched in surprise. Her gaze turned sharp.

She reached down, where her pistol should be holstered at her waist, but found nothing there. Her face instantly paled as she realized I was holding the pistol she was searching for, observing it closely.

"I... I will do anything you want, so... Please don't kill me."

"Anything?" I repeated, glancing at her tomato-red face.

"A-anything!"

I looked at the pistol in my hand again. "Hmm... Very well. Tell me, what were you doing with these two suspicious individuals? If you lie, know this. One of my members is waiting somewhere and ready to take your life. So, think carefully about your answer, Miss Sheila." I walked closer, returning the pistol to her and continued speaking.

"Oh, and let me introduce myself, my name is Z."

I leaned in, whispering softly into her ear, "If you think that pistol can harm me, you better think twice, my beautiful lady."