Deculein’s final order in January was to wait. At that time, hundreds of informants were active, operating out of Oklan and navigating the underworld and other shadowy places.0

Ren was one of the key figures, but Deculein’s orders abruptly ceased. Without further instructions or support, and with the disappearance of their primary incentive—money—the hundreds of informants dwindled to dozens within a month and just two after two months.0

Each informant went their separate ways. Ren and Enen had nowhere else to go. The siblings remained in the filthy cave, waiting for their master’s possible return. There was also a materialistic reason; with fewer people, they hoped the promised reward would be significantly greater.0

Ren and Enen changed into suits that Deculein had personally bought for them from a tailor shop near the capital, experiencing high-quality fabric for the first time. They then scrubbed the grime off their bodies and had their hair trimmed at a salon.0

For them, the best disguise was dressing up. Ren and Enen entered the Yukline mansion, looking completely different from before. Deculein introduced them as his new personal servants and had a warehouse on the mansion grounds renovated into a clean living space for them.0

“... Wow.”0

Enen, the younger sister, stared wide-eyed in wonder at the mansion’s splendor. She had never seen such a bright, luxurious, and refreshing residence.0

“We could even raise a puppy here,” she said, her voice filled with awe.0

A mansion with its own backyard and garden was beyond her wildest dreams. She never imagined such places existed on the continent.0

“... You shouldn’t have done that,” Ren said to Enen. She remained silent, her cheek still swollen from the...2