"R…Rec…cruit… 659... Arth… Arthur... V…Vaughn?"
Arthur's eyes behind his mask widened slightly at the name, but the man continued, piecing things together in a voice that was more disjointed the longer he spoke.
"H…how? Y-you… were… in D-Duskhand? You… disguised… yourself... B-but… the Divinity… no… y-you're... n-not a... demon!"
As the man's mutterings became more erratic, Arthur's thoughts clicked into place.
Duskhand Bastille—the place he had infiltrated months ago under the guise of a recruit.
This man was someone from the Duskhand Bastille. Arthur didn't recognize him but he was one of those who was in the observation area on the day Arthur had first joined the Duskhand Bastille and had displayed his divinity.
This man had seen Arthur's face and he knew Arthur's name. He also knew Arthur's recruit number since Arthur was the only recruit who had divinity that day, though it was something he had forgotten until just now.
