Wolf in a Sheep's Pen

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Emilia had to admit, this guy really knew how to enjoy life. Even while 'running way' like this, there were still multiple hideouts and a vast amount of resources at her fingertips.

  She chuckled. 'Looks like someone's been using the public funds for their own welfare, huh…'

Not that she was complaining. After all, if this guy hadn't been so 'resourceful', she would have definitely needed to go through a lot more trouble to gather all her opponents up.

'Hopefully they all will show up… It's a pity that he didn't keep any records of their conversations and discussions, but... it's not like I really need it.' Emilia smiled while idly sipping on some tea.

Against people in this world who were completely unguarded against 'unscientific' things such as her being able to shapeshift, Emilia was simply like an incurable poison.