Sarah remained silent behind the shadows, observing everything without the slightest distraction. She would only move if Zent in danger, which is rare and actually, never happened since they set foot in Clockheart. Therefore, Sarah wasn't too worried and instead felt pity for those who became their opponents. Because compared to three months ago, Zent appeared to be a different person.

When they first fought, Zent was still like a naive young man who constantly sympathized with his enemies. But now, he seemed like someone accustomed to being on the battlefield, knowing it's better to end lives than to regret in the end. Sarah didn't know what had happened to him during his disappearance and hoped that Zent was doing well.

After leaving Alfcity together with the unconscious Kyle, Sarah continued to follow Zent without asking many questions. Somehow, she felt that the figure in front of her had to be followed continuously. Despite the fact that Princess Celine had taken care of her well, considering they were initially enemies and almost killed each other.

She also didn't know why Zent was in a hurry to leave without meeting the princess who clearly missed him every night, describing their brief encounter as the most beautiful moment in her life. Sarah was convinced that Zent felt the same way.

This made her heart ache a little, but it was much better if Sarah could see Zent constantly smiling because it made her feel happy too. She didn't understand why

Lately, she could also sense the presence of someone so powerful, too powerful even for herself. Sarah was always worried that this figure would come and attack them, causing Zent to suffer. But it turned out that he were just observing from a distance, as if making sure of something, before disappearing as if he never existed.

Sarah's memories of this figure were only faint.

She could only remember that the figure, was not one this world could deal with. And if her memory served her right, it was this man who gave her this amazing power. The power to overcome various kinds of magic with the only weakness being Avalone's anti-matter gloves.

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Back to the present.

Where Sarah had come to know the reason why she felt so close to Zent.

Sarah decided not to leave her hiding spot and just listened to their conversation, which was soon interrupted by the arrival of a group of people dressed in all black. She knew Zent could handle them easily, so she remained silent in her place.

Once it was over and she heard the name of the group, Sarah disappeared from the factory, moving to gather further information about the Vulture.

Zent didn't question her because that's how they worked. Zent also knew it would take Sarah less than three days to return with information somehow acquired.

Sarah never answered whenever asked, knowing that Zent wouldn't agree with her method of forcibly extracting memories from people and leaving their bodies to rot in narrow alleys. It was the quickest and safest way for them to obtain information without putting Zent in a dangerous position.

Sarah could also sense the negative aura of someone, so it wasn't difficult for her to find those who held dark secrets and forcibly extract their memories.

It was also not surprising to her that most of these individuals were the ones who always presented themselves well in front of others, pretending to be saviors, always prioritizing others over themselves. Then, when night fell, they would transform into something much worse, no longer resembling humans, more fitting to be called societal trash.

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This time, Sarah was in District Two, observing a wealthy merchant who smiled warmly as he served one of his customers before closing the shop. Sarah entered the building, using her powers to penetrate the structure and gripped the fat man's neck, intending to forcibly extract his memories, which actually makes her rebound hard against the wall.

Sarah's vision blurred from the impact, not expecting to encounter one of the high-ranking followers of The Heretics who also possessed similar powers. He turned around, grinning widely at Sarah as he approached.

"I never thought I would come across a defective product here. The Master has given you the best of everything, and yet you betray him. Truly ungrateful," he sneered, then chuckled softly. "I will make you pay for that so the Master can feel happy and choose me as his successor—"

Suddenly, Ezreal appeared behind them, his hand piercing through the chest of the follower, now covered in blood. "I'm sorry, but I would never elevate trash like you as a successor. Oh, and Sarah is far more valuable than you, you money-loving pig."

He withdrew his hand, letting the follower drop to the ground, trying to heal himself and panicking upon seeing the large hole in his chest that refused to close. "Are you foolish? I am the one who gave you that power. Did you expect to heal yourself using my power? That's why I only used you as a pawn."

"But why? She has betrayed you," he weakly uttered, struggling to stay alive even as his vision started to darken.

"Why do you ask? Because he has a much greater role than you, of course. It's a shame you won't understand. Ah! How about I tell you that great secret before you face death? Consider it payment for being a servant."

He knelt before him, whispering a few words that widened the eyes of his subordinates before finally being embraced by death.

Sarah stood there in silence, unsure of what to do in the face of him. The slightest wrong move, and she would die, and Sarah didn't want that. She still had to provide information to Zent, not wanting to let Zent dive into danger without her supervision. She wanted to escape but also feared that the man in front of her had his sights on Zent because of it.

"What are you doing there? Weren't you going to extract his memories? Do it quickly before his subordinates come here. I don't want to get involved in every effort you make to help Zent. It's not fun that way," he walked towards the exit, passing by Sarah, who was still sitting weakly, hoping he wouldn't kill her.

Once he passed through the door, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if she had just faced a tangible form of death. The man's power was truly incomprehensible.

However, considering the subordinate's words in front, about him being the one who gave Sarah her powers, it was only fitting that he was that powerful. Otherwise, how could he have bestowed upon Sarah the power to erase entire kingdom with such ease?

If it weren't for Zent at that time, Alfcity might have been reduced to ruins.

She hurriedly approached the lifeless body in front of her, extracting the memories before they vanished with the soul, and began searching for information about the Vulture and the groups beneath them.

Sarah smiled when she discovered that the one she killed was the leader of the Vulture group, which meant that all the information about them was now in his head. This way, Zent would be safe.

Sarah stepped out of the shop, rushing towards the location where Zent was, in District One. It was not a problem for her to find the man when she could still feel his soul, something that gave Sarah the courage to separate from Zent for a few days without the need for constant communication.

The mysterious man stood in the air and walked as if on solid ground. A wide smile adorned his face as he watched his creation carry out the mission successfully, too well that she didn't realize her presence actually brought danger to Zent.

His laughter erupted, uncontrollable and unrestrained, imagining the final fate that awaited Zent. How he would suffer so much that death would seem like a way out. He was impatient to witness that day arrive. Unfortunately, he still had to make various preparations to ensure it happened without a mistake.

"Let's see who will emerge as the winner at the finish line, Zent. I will let you enjoy happiness a little longer because in doing so, your pain will be deeper, more torturous, and you will suffer even more!" He laughed loudly again, letting this satisfaction take over for a moment before sighing. "I know you won't disappoint me, Zent-"

But suddenly, he felt someone's gaze piercing through him. He hurriedly searched for the source of that gaze but couldn't find anyone, starting to wonder who could make him feel like this.

"What is Miss Sheila so intensely looking at outside the window?" I asked, confused as her eyes appeared so sharp.

Miss Sheila turned around, giving me a warm smile and saying, "It's nothing, really."