Chapter 325: White Rabbit

“Is this the city he’s in?”

Her tall figure stood out like a crane among chickens among the crowd waiting for city gate inspection.

Her pale blue hair ends were tied into a single ponytail reaching her waist—seeming to match her cheerful, wild nature, but in truth, she simply didn’t care to style it.

“Huh? If there’s no bribery, is it because inspections are too strict? Or oversight too tight? Oh, there’s a spy watching over here.”

The Heroic Souls are not noble ladies aloft on high pedestals; in fact, those who bear the title of Heroic Soul or Heroic Spirit often have staggeringly thick life records.

They’ve endured too many mundane details and witnessed too much human complexity, so they’ve learned to temper their sharp edges—and are thus easier to deal with.

“Emma Nuka? Here to make a living? A veteran adventurer without proper credentials? Hold on a moment.”

As Emma spotted the spy in the shadows, she also expertly handled the city guard’s inspection.

Among this group, she was the first to be selected for inspection—and likely the only one.

“You appear somewhat unusual. Are you here to settle permanently or to hunt?”

Heroic Soul Emma looked up at the two-meter-tall minotaur city guard, forcing a smile. The guard instinctively stepped back and gripped his weapon tighter.

There was no helping it—in every way, “Wolf Hunter” Emma was far too unusual.

Though she belonged to the “Rabbit Folk,” whose average stature was small, she stood over two meters twenty tall, with her snow-white ears extending beyond two meters fifty. To outsiders, this clearly appeared to be the result of highly evolved bloodline, but her family knew it was merely her normal growth.

And yet, despite her height, she appeared slender and elongated from afar.

Her supermodel proportions gave her long legs both power and the illusion of a goddess incarnate.

She was stopped not merely because of her physique, but above all because of the weapon on her back.

It was a crude wooden bow, clearly made from a simple tree branch—but if its length exceeded two meters, and each of the few wooden arrows she carried was over a meter long, then any hunter wielding such a set was unmistakably a monster.

This bow was taller than a man; when fully drawn, its range likely exceeded several kilometers.

“Hunt? Are there hunting grounds here? Are there wolves?”

Her long red eyes instantly glowed; the false smile transformed into bloodthirsty delight. In an instant, the “White Rabbit” disguise vanished—she was nothing but a perpetually ravenous “Wolf.”

“...Sorry, my apologies. I have a personal grudge against wolves.”

Watching the city guards retreat and grow wary, Emma shook her head.

Yes, a personal grudge—she’d slain at least a dozen mythic wolf beasts, spending her life chasing the world’s calamity known as the “Winter Wolf Tide.” Because she killed so many wolves, “Wolf Hunter” became her title—and with it, a corresponding Heroic Soul ability born of that grudge.

“...Oh, the city doesn’t have a Wolf Tide? Just some ordinary winter wolves? Fine, I’ll make do.”

Emma, with her clean records, was not detained long. Once confirmed as an exceptional transcendent, the gate guards simply let her pass—they were merely buying time for intelligence officers behind the scenes to cross-reference her with the “Wanted List” and the “Continent’s Dangerous Individuals List.”

Too many dangerous and important figures had entered the city these days.

Intelligence operatives from the new organization had infiltrated city defense duties—to mark dangerous individuals, and also to prevent corrupt city guards from causing trouble.

The kind of gate conflict found in novels and stories was deeply annoying to administrators: for a few coins in bribes, are you going to bring a major headache to the city?

“Is the record complete?”

“Done. No matches on file—she’s not a threat. Someone like her would draw attention if she caused trouble.”

The intelligence officer at the gate did not focus on “Little Rabbit” Emma, primarily because her aura felt unusually “clean.” These battle-hardened spies might not detect evil directly, but they could still sense an opponent’s aggression and danger to some degree.

“Just note her residence. Don’t tail her too closely—might provoke trouble.”