Chapter 62 (1/2)
”They're gone…?”
In her rooe faintly frowned as she noticed the disappearance of her subordinates' nals
Whitehare, the Dark Lady, possessed some sort of power to hide her attributes from [Identification]
At its most basic, [Identification] was a skill that made use of the identifier's own experience and nature to analyze the inforh their eyes, ears, and skin, then expressed it as nuathering ue information — with the help of the skill, the nuet's power
However, humans possessed weaker senses co theic to activate the skill Furthermore, the maximum attribute number the skill could display was limited to ten times the user's own This was simply because the standard for measurement was based upon the user, and if there was too ap, it wouldn't be able to accurately uely sense that there was 'a lot', like how a hurasp the size of an ocean
The Warrior had reported that he was unable to identify Whitehare's abilities, but Marlene thought it very unlikely that the Dark Lady could have over ten times Gold's power
Any monster with such poould even stand above Catastrophe-class ons and Dark Generals They would be the ascendant Calamity-class, and in the whole history of this world, such existences could be counted on one hand
Calaerous existences that were capable of destroying several countries Whitehare had certainly done so, but that was because she'd attacked the World Tree Saplings It was improbable she truly had the power to face the countries head-on
Judging froht at the auction hall of Trestan Kingdohted, Marlene had concluded that it was iained power equivalent to a Hero in just a few short months
Marlene hypothesized that the Dark Lady Whitehare was a demihuman with a special ability, similar to the huh power to destroy a city under limited circumstances
Either that, or there was another possibility…
”The da her”
Today, hu ical culture had been far ical races were high elves and dragonkins Fearing the threat they posed, the huo
Of the beastman races, only the canine and feline races still survived, as they were useful as labor for hu to the literature kept at the Tower of Truth, o, and the herbivorous races ay
Then Whitehare should either be a survivor from one of the extinct beastitool left behind by the previous civilizations, perhaps by the high elves; or she had people helping her in her quest
”If the de her, then I just need to deal with thehter your co you can do about it Ah, but then o alone was a bit hasty? Well, whatever I have plenty of replacements”
Her soldiers were those who'd endured the torture that she called her hobby They'd cried, they'd wailed for days and days While ony and despair, soer held Marlene's interest and were kept alive as guinea pigs for her experi, and Marlene used theuard soldiers Still, the boys she'd sent out had been getting uppity recently, so she didn't quite care whether they lived or died
Marlene sighed She looked at the ic signal she assu fast, as if being washed away to sonal was soh-rank monster, like a chimera or a manticore But then, was there a reason for Whitehare to have spared them?
Was her conjecture correct, that Whitehare had li her power? Or was there a reason she didn't kill the signal?
”…can't be that stupid pervert, right?”
The first time Marlene met him hen she was still in her mid-teens It was at a dinner party at a certain country The blond, handso smile and said:
”How beautiful you are! Please, becomeof true love!”
Marlene had burned that thing to a crisp… or atteulfed him as well as a few other unfortunate nobles let up, Calimero once more showed himself from behind the obese nobles he'd used as a shi+eld and said:
”Such passion! Come now, don't be shy, my dear!”
If the Warrior hadn't stopped her back then, the whole country would've been a scorched wasteland
As Marlene watched the lights on theon her”Blademaster Murder Plan” that she'd started It was practically her hobby by now