When I received the requested document and stood up, the informant asked, “Oh, may I ask you a question?” 

“What is it?”

"How did you figure out that contact passcode for the Big Mama Information Agency?"

I became nervous at the informant’s question. This contact method was obtained by disguising myself with magic in Granwell while I was on my way to the capital. If that informant had given me a special contact code that could be recognized, she might be able to connect me to the middle-aged man from that time.

Yet, at a quick glance, there didn’t seem to be any problems. There was a massive difference between my disguise and my current appearance, so there was no way she would think we were the same person. However, for those who handled information, this clue could potentially be used to deduce the fact that I was Denburg.

At that time, I casually walked away while carrying a bag weighing about 500 kilograms. From that point alone, they may have already realized at the time that I was part of a battle race. As such, this contact method might connect me to the middle-aged man with the scar and lead to them discovering my identity. In the end, my one worry ended up catching my ankle.

Unlike my inner self, I responded with a seemingly...