Late at night.
The narrow alleys of East City's East District were like a maze.
Delia tightened her dark gray cloak, the brim of her hood pulled low, her steps light.
She moved along the shadows at the base of the walls, her Spiritual Power sweeping over the alley entrance, capturing any suspicious movements nearby.
At every corner, she would pause for three seconds.
Everything was normal.
She continued forward, her fingers caressing the warm Communication Rune inside her sleeve.
Aidele had given it to her a few days ago.
"If you run into danger, just crush it."
She knew the weight of this mission. Whether the young miss could form her own core armed force depended on the success of this operation.
Relying on her Realm at the Late Stage of Crystalization, and her past experience managing their enterprises, she knew the channels for Potions better than Aidele.
