“You…”

“Calm down, your expression changed. Lady Rouge may be able to identify you by your scary glare.”

Zich was certain that all kinds of thoughts were passing through the woman’s head right now, but Zich thought she was pathetic for thinking so deeply…since the result was obvious.

“What are you pondering about? The thing you guys hate the most is here: an unknown variable. Even if you have to give up on one Demon Person, you have to capture me.”

Zich’s words were the decisive factor.

Flick!

The woman flicked her fingers.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

People began to emerge out of the forest. There were eight of them in total, all wearing dark black robes—they looked like moving shadows.

Zich jeered at them, “Did you say that you were on a trip? Ah, are they your companions? But don’t they look too dreary to be travel companions? I hope you don’t take my words badly, but you should really choose the company you keep more wisely. It’s going to be stressful if you try to stay close with all kinds of people—”

“Catch him!” The leader of the robed figures cut off Zich’s words and commanded her underlings. 

It seemed as if she had decided to stop acting. Her past benevolent expression and tone were all gone, leaving only a chilly face and a voice as cold as frost. Matching...