12 O’Clock Marionette

"This... What is this?"

The handwriting was Cruello's, but why did he write down this location?

I tilted my head in confusion.

There were three possible explanations:

1. It was a hideout where the enemy had hidden something important.
2. It was a secret base where Cruello had hidden something important.
3. Something else.

My list of guesses was disappointingly crude, but regardless of the answer, it was intriguing.

With no money, my only option was to wander the streets, so I might as well make productive use of my time.

I carefully folded the note and tucked it into my pocket.

And thus began my life on the streets with not a single copper to my name.

"I'm not even broke..."

The real money was sitting in Bonetti Manor, and the money in my account required me to show up in person and state my name. In other words, it was nothing more than a pretty illusion.

I muttered gloomily and pulled my robe tighter around me.@@novelbin@@

I had left my mask behind at the guild, but I couldn’t let anyone catch a glimpse of my priestess robe underneath.

Running away without even changing clothes—what a ridiculous situation. Fortunately, black robes were common enough.

The location on the memo wasn’t far.

However, winter was cold, the sun had already set, and within a short time, my teeth wouldn't stop chattering.

[Oh, Pebula, is this really the best treatment for a hero trying to save the world?]

The thought of simply heading toward a mysterious location based on a memo seemed utterly pathetic, yet here I was.

And so, I arrived at an ordinary two-story house.

"This is the place?"

I didn’t sense any traces of dark magic. What was Cruello trying to do here?

From the location, it seemed to belong to a noble household.