They Called Me Trash? Now I'll Hack Their World-Chapter 127: Killian Glimor

I kept my pace steady as we moved through Greyford’s streets, heading toward the town’s edge.

Scarlet walked behind us now, carrying both mine and Agnes’s bags slung over her shoulders.

Her jaw was set tight, shoulders tense beneath her cloak. She kept her hood up, head down, playing the part of a dutiful servant even though I could practically feel the resentment radiating off her in waves.

Every few steps, I caught her shooting daggers at the back of my head.

Agnes walked silently beside me, her face unreadable. She hadn’t spoken since leaving the inn. Hadn’t looked at me either, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead like I wasn’t even there.

The silence between us was suffocating.

Well, I wasn’t looking at her though.

Not because I didn’t want to, but because my main focus had to be on the streets around us. I kept scanning faces, watching for any sign of Glimor’s men patrolling or searching.

Guards stood at intersections, their eyes sharp and attentive. Wanted posters had been plastered on walls and posts throughout the district.

A red-haired fox girl. Substantial reward for her return.

Scarlet’s disguise will wear off in just five hours. We can’t wait around.

Every minute we stayed in this city increased the risk of discovery. The glamour was holding for now, but I had no idea how it would react to magical detection or if there were mages among the search parties who could see through illusions.

We needed to get out of the city. Now.

The streets grew less crowded as we approached the eastern gate, buildings spreading further apart, the paved roads giving way to packed dirt.

The quality of construction declined noticeably here, fewer stone buildings, more wood and thatch. This was where the common workers lived, people who couldn’t afford the inner districts.

Almost there.

I could see the gate ahead, its iron-banded doors standing open to allow merchant traffic through. Guards were posted on either side, checking travelers, examining cargo.

My stomach tightened.

This was the dangerous part.

Then suddenly, a guard stepped into our path, his hand raised to halt us.

I slowed, keeping my expression neutral and maybe slightly annoyed, the way any young noble would react to being stopped by common guards, as he looked us over.

His gaze moved from me to Agnes, lingering for a moment on her, then settled on Scarlet with her hood pulled up.

His eyes narrowed with suspicion.

He started walking toward her with deliberate steps.

"What do you think you’re doing?" I asked, stepping slightly between them, letting a hint of aristocratic irritation color my voice. "We’re simply passing through."

The guard paused, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was older, maybe in his forties, with a weathered face and scars that suggested he’d seen real combat at some point.

Then, he grunted.

"Doing my duty, boy." His tone made it clear he wasn’t impressed by my noble act. "Even nobles have to follow the law."

He pulled out a folded poster from his belt, unfolding it with practiced motions to reveal a portrait. A sketch of a young woman with red hair and green eyes. Fox ears clearly visible on top of her head, tail curved behind her.

The artist had captured her likeness remarkably well. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Too well.

"Looking for a lost servant of His Grace, Duke Glimor," the guard said, his eyes still fixed on Scarlet. "Red hair, green eyes, fox features. Sound familiar?"

My heart rate picked up, but I kept my voice steady and unimpressed.

"Can’t say it does."

I activated my debug vision immediately.

[Glamour Duration: 4:43:21]

[Status: Unstable]

Shit.

The glamour was starting to fluctuate. I could see the magic wavering slightly around Scarlet’s edges, like heat shimmer on a hot day.

I focused on the skill, mentally pushing more mana into it, enhancing the effects, reinforcing the illusion.

The guard took another step toward Scarlet, his hand still on his sword.

"You there. Girl." His voice was sharp, commanding. "Lower your hood. Let me see your face."

"She’s my maid," I said quickly, keeping my tone annoyed but cooperative.

"Sara. Show him."

Scarlet hesitated for just a second, and I saw her hands clench into fists.

Don’t do anything stupid.

Then she reached up slowly and pulled back her hood with deliberate movements.

Brown hair fell around her face in soft waves, catching the afternoon light. Amber eyes met the guard’s suspicious gaze directly, showing no fear, no hesitation. Completely human features, rounded ears positioned normally on the sides of her head.

The guard stared at Scarlet for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he studied every detail of her face. He was thorough, I’d give him that. Not the type to just glance and move on.

He looked her up and down, checking for any telltale signs.

Then he looked past us, to where other guards stood with trained hounds near the gate itself. Beast dogs specifically bred and trained to sniff out beastkin.

Three of them sat there, tongues lolling, watching the crowd with animal disinterest.

None of them reacted to Scarlet’s presence. No barking, no pulling at their leashes, no signs of alertness whatsoever.

Just passive disinterest.

The guard grunted, clearly disappointed, and rolled the poster back up.

"Not a match."

He stepped back, waving us through with a dismissive gesture.

"Move along then."

I nodded curtly, gesturing for Agnes and Scarlet to follow, and started walking toward the gate with measured steps.

We passed through the gate without another word, the guards barely glancing at us now that their colleague had cleared us.

Scarlet immediately pulled her hood back up as soon as we were clear of the gate, her shoulders sagging slightly with relief I could see even from behind.

She let out a long, shaky breath that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear.

That went well.

Better than I’d hoped, honestly. The glamour had held under direct scrutiny, and even the hounds hadn’t detected anything unusual.

Maybe the skill was more powerful than I’d thought, or maybe those particular dogs just weren’t well-trained.

Either way, we’d gotten lucky.

The road stretched ahead of us, leading away from Greyford into open countryside.

A few scattered farmhouses in the distance trailing smoke from their chimneys. The sun was starting its descent toward the horizon, painting everything in warm golden light.

We’d made it out.

Just a few more hours until the glamour wears off, then we can find somewhere safe to rest and figure out our next move.

My shoulders started to relax for the first time since this whole mess had started.

"Wait!"

The voice rang out behind us.

Agnes and Scarlet both flinched at the tone, their bodies going tense.

I turned slowly.

A dark-haired boy was riding toward us on horseback, his mount a beautiful black stallion that probably cost more than most people earned in a year.

His expensive clothing—deep blue velvet with gold trim, perfectly tailored—and confident posture marked him as high nobility even from a distance. He sat in the saddle like he owned the world and everything in it.

As he got closer, I recognized his face.

Killian Glimor.