Chapter 20: Fearsome Rust.

It was as damp and dimly lit as ever under New Raksha.

Aza'zel led the way with Wendy following right behind him, a contingent of three hundred young talents following the two. Everyone was silent, each with their own thoughts.

"This is the safe location you plan to nurture the talents in?" Wendy asked, eventually breaking the silence with a faint whisper.

She didn't need to raise her voice here, especially not around Aza'zel with his impeccable hearing.

"Our movements haven't escaped the notice of the aristocrats," Aza'zel said flatly with creased brows. "They will surely dispatch regiments to suppress us with multiple skirmishes, so it's inevitable for some spies to sneak in."

Wendy was a little surprised, not having expected Aza'zel to have cast his vision so far as to prepare countermeasures for espionage. When she thought about it some more, she realized the implications of these words.