Lanci didn't look back, but the voice was all too familiar.
It was none other than the Allied Forces' female spy, Unity, whom he had had the misfortune of running into on the Bulida Train that day.
That day she had worn a white porcelain mask, and even though she wasn't wearing it today, her appearance had surely been disguised.
"..."
The soberly dressed Unity didn't speak for a moment.
She self-absorbedly picked up her coffee cup.
Clearly anticipating she would come to find him, he had deliberately waited here for her—a feeling of everything being predicted made her all the more uncomfortable.
Indeed, she wanted to find this guy quickly because, according to her colleagues' intelligence, this man disguised as a professor had uncovered something incredibly significant within the Empire.