The inescapable fact of being blameworthy for one's actions

By now, Shane, Lu Muya, and Merica all had some understanding of the specific situation.

"Old Demon Clan Faction..."

Merica reined in her magic power and looked at the attacker she had incinerated without hesitation, confirming the assailant's identity.

If the other party wasn't from the Demon Clan, as an elf naturally born from nature, Merica would never have been able to act so resolutely, burning the opponent to death without mercy.

But from the moment she decided to take action until now, Merica's instincts as an elf had not hesitated for even a split second. It wasn't until this moment, as Merica came to her senses, that she realized she had killed an attacker with magic.

This alone was enough to ascertain the other party's identity.

And since it was confirmed that the other was from the Demon Clan, then who could be attacking the camp, who could be attacking the escort squad—was it really that hard to guess?

Not just Merica; even Lu Muya had guessed it.