Chapter 186: A Maid's Prayer To The Demon God

Amena set down the magical communicator, her expression unreadable, though the tension in her posture betrayed her unease. It had been three days since their encounter with the Espers, and Alicarde's absence loomed heavily over her. No calls, no sightings, and no trace of his location—it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

She sighed, rubbing her temples as frustration and worry gnawed at her.

'I should've put a tracker in his Reaper Vestments,' she thought bitterly, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

 No, that would've been reckless. Those vestments were designed for stealth, and any tracker she added could potentially expose his location to their enemies. It was a calculated risk, but now it felt like a mistake.

"Did his phone get destroyed?" she muttered aloud, pacing the room.