Not long after Gabriel left, Devon came into the suite. However, neither he nor Ambrose got the chance to linger around, both packing their bags alongside Orion before stepping out.
They trailed past the hallways and then took the elevator. Throughout all that time, Devon stole glances at Ambrose.
If the Guide was still upset at him, he didn't show it. His face was expressionless, eyes distant as if he were thinking deeply about something.
And in reality, Ambrose really was pondering something.
He was about to leave Vatican City and still had no clue who sent that B-Rank psychic. He didn't see himself coming back here in the near future.
Still, there was a high chance that whoever sent him wasn't even anywhere near Vatican City. And also… he was certain they might be aware that something had gone wrong with the mission.
