So as not to wake Moon and the others, Leon and the other two brought Veronica to the back courtyard of the sanctuary.

And to be safe, Leon also put magic-sealing handcuffs on her.

“Clink...”

Veronica lowered her eyes to the shackles around her wrists, let out a faint laugh, and asked:

“We believed we had concealed ourselves very well. All of our habits, speech, and behavior were being imitated according to the memories of this individual called ‘Veronica.’ And at the same time, countless companion consciousnesses were supervising and making real-time adjustments. So… how did you discover us?”

Leon kept his hands in his pockets and replied flatly:

“No matter how carefully you hide, you’re still bound to let slip your hostility toward us at some unguarded moment. And that hostility is emitted collectively by your so-called ‘collective consciousness.’ It would be harder not to notice it.”