"This might be something."
"Hm?"
Dorothy looked up.
Ahead of them stood what appeared to be a shop operated by a witch. The moment her eyes landed on it, goosebumps crawled across her skin.
All this time, as they walked through the Blood Market, she had constantly felt eyes following them.
And whenever those gazes met hers directly, they would quickly turn away with strange smirks on their faces, leaving behind a sticky sensation that clung to her skin.
In any case, Lancel had already considered several possibilities.
Surely, not everyone here was affiliated with the Leviathan Group. It was easy enough to tell when some of those stares no longer lingered on him, but instead drifted toward Dorothy with obvious interest.
And honestly, he could understand why.
Dorothy carried an innocent, naïve appearance that contrasted strangely with her figure.
