That cry of "little thief" proved that He had truly confirmed Isaac's identity. Even though this was a Tier Four trading ritual, He wasn't the least bit surprised. After all, someone who could pull something like this was bound to advance quickly.
But the Master of Billions of Flesh was in no mood to dwell on such things. At this very moment, even though He had confirmed Isaac's identity, His unease had reached its peak!
'This isn't like that Mad Witch at all. In the past, that guy would start snatching things the moment he arrived. But now, he didn't start robbing me right away; he waited a while before making his move. So, what was he doing during that time?'
The moment this occurred to Him, the Master of Billions of Flesh felt a profound sense of dread, no intuitive warning necessary.
