Mel slipped between the crowds in the night market, her expression relaxed as she muttered inside.
Partner. Do the usual, like the last time with Rosana.
[ Got it, Host! Compiling information now! ]
[ Pursuer's distance to Host: 17m ]
Mel mused at the 'short' distance. Even without being an expert, she knew 15 meters was far too close to be following a
Glancing at a jewelry display, she asked inwardly. Partner. Is the cult aware that I am a Witch?
[ Of course not, Host! This System is dutiful for preventing information leaks! ]
So they're following me without knowing I'm a Witch? Mel hummed, but her thoughts quickly shifted toward reevaluating her approach against the cult.