Chapter 325: White Rabbit

"Is this the city he's in?"

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

Her pale blue hair ends were tied into a single ponytail reaching her waist—seemingly matching 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 this side."

The Heroine is not a lofty noble lady; in fact, those who bear the title of Heroine or Heroic Spirit often have staggeringly thick life histories.

They've endured too many daily trivialities and witnessed too much human complexity, learning to temper their sharp edges—making them easier to deal with.

"Emma Nuka? Here to make a living? A seasoned adventurer without proper identification—wait 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—perhaps the only one.

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

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

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

Though she was a "Rabbit Person," whose average size was small, she stood over two point two meters tall, with her snow-white ears extending beyond two point five meters. 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, from afar, such towering height looked slender and elegant.

Her supermodel proportions gave her long legs both power and the appearance 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 simple wooden bow, clearly crude, seemingly just a tree branch roughly shaped—but if its length exceeded two meters, and each of the few wooden arrows she carried was over a meter long, any hunter using such a setup 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 pupils instantly glowed, the fake smile twisting into bloodthirsty delight. In an instant, the "White Rabbit" disguise vanished—this was an eternally 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 Spirit ability born of that grudge.

"... Oh, the city has no Wolf Tide, just some ordinary winter wolves? Fine, I'll make do."

Emma, with her clean records, was not detained long; after confirming she was likely an outstanding transcendent, the gate guards simply let her pass. They were, in fact, buying time for intelligence personnel behind them to cross-reference her against 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—not only to mark dangerous individuals, but 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 bribery, you bring a major headache to the city?

"Is the recording complete?"

"Done. No records—she's not a threat. Someone like her would stand out if she caused trouble."

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

"Just note her residence—don't tail her too closely, or you might provoke something."