'Could it be…?'
Elara pulled out her tracking device, the one she'd given to Modred Helt earlier that evening.
His position showed him still at his shop, exactly where he should be.
'Not him then…' She frowned, racking her brain to figure out the mystery.
It would have been too obvious if it was him anyway, and she couldn't possibly think of a reason he would be after her.
'So who could it be…?'
It didn't take her very long when she asked that question before she felt it.
'T-this is—!'
Her eyes bulged as she detected something clinging to her body.
—A foreign Imprint!
'When? How? Someone did this… and I had no clue?!' Her body shuddered in both fear and deep realization.
If she hadn't expended the Imprints on her just now, she would not have known that someone planted a layered Imprint on her body.
It was likely how they had tracked her down.
