Chapter 443: Chronomancy, an Assassin, and a Theory

Kilot, the bait, lay trapped within the crowd as the hunter waited for more prey to fall into their trap. Doevm was certain of it; what to do about it however, that was another question entirely.

He didn't dare force his way through the crowd for the same reason he had rushed to open his father's legacy. At this stage of the "game", information was too valuable. Acting thoughtlessly would be like digging his own grave, although it was alluring. The lack of information was very persuasive to that point.

The crowd was awestruck, but not panicked. They didn't point or shout: "Murderer! That's the one!" Even if there were witnesses, it wasn't as if Doevm could call them over one by one for interrogation.