CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 268: SEEKER OF OMENS_3

"She is a ’Seeker of Omens,’ specifically tasked with handling some..." Tamara hesitated slightly, struggling for a moment before uttering the final word, "...extraordinary affairs."

As Tamara continued her explanation, Lance began to understand the situation.

Although the Romani are a nomadic people, they still have an internal hierarchy. At its core is a Supernatural Organization composed exclusively of Romani Transcendents. That woman named Amanda is a Transcendent nurtured by this organization, known as the Seeker of Omens.

From the name, two key terms could be discerned: ’seeking’ and ’omens.’ Both were related to the prophetic abilities the Romani were adept in. Coupled with her exclusive handling of Extraordinary matters, this meant she had a very strong focus on the Romani people.

So, it was no wonder Tamara had been persistently pursued and attacked.

While listening to Tamara relentlessly criticize Amanda, Lance posed a question. "Why would the Romani themselves want to kill you?"

At this question, Tamara suddenly fell silent, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural.

"I guess you ran away?" Lance continued. "Was that carriage also stolen?"

It was no wonder Lance would think this way. She was being pursued by an internal Romani Supernatural Organization, which indicated she had definitely violated some rule. Consequently, anything about her related to the Romani was questionable.

Tamara’s silent response further confirmed Lance’s suspicion.

Knowing her personality, if it wasn’t her, she would have started denying it by now. Silence is the best answer.

"Although you deceive and trick, I still believe you must have had your reasons for doing so," Lance said. He grew even more curious about her relationship with the Romani. Saying a few flattering words to draw her out posed no pressure for him.

Hearing these words, Tamara’s originally downcast spirits surged, and she turned her head to look at Lance somewhat strangely. After a brief pause, she finally revealed the reason.

"Because, like you, my talent far exceeds that of ordinary Transcendents, so I suffered persecution..."

This answer was unexpected for Lance, but as Tamara continued, he understood. Tamara had once been selected along with Amanda for internal training. She had demonstrated stronger talents and consistently outperformed Amanda.

Until, during an accident, she somehow lost control—though she eventually managed to regain it. But such an incident was a great taboo for Transcendents.

Evidently, the Romani leadership would not tolerate such a dangerous individual within their ranks. Thus, they summarily revoked her qualifications and planned to restrict her by sealing her Supernatural Power.

"It must have been that wretch!" Tamara gritted her teeth, firmly convinced that the ’accident’ was Amanda’s sabotage.

It was no wonder, then, that she harbored such intense hatred for Amanda. After her ’accident,’ all the resources originally allocated to her had been redirected to cultivate Amanda.

She had once been the darling prodigy, admired by all, only to be abandoned in an instant. The higher she had been lifted, the more painful the fall. Instead, she had to watch Amanda, whom she had always overshadowed, rapidly take her place. The psychological disparity was immense—who could endure that?

Could she swallow such indignity? And after experiencing the Extraordinary World, how could she possibly return to being an ordinary person?

However, at the time, she showed no resistance; on the contrary, she was very cooperative with them. This reaction of hers lulled most of them into complacency, until the night before the Sealing ceremony, when she stole a carriage and fled.

Lance’s expression remained unchanged as he listened, but he could tell from this that Tamara had been cunning from a young age, capable of deceiving so many people with her act and silently planning her escape.

But the story hadn’t ended there. Her escape had naturally triggered a manhunt by the Romani. However, she was no ordinary person. The training she had previously received was top-tier, making her intimately familiar with the Romani’s internal methods. Thus, she had been able to evade capture for so long.

Until, during one pursuit, she was finally caught up to—and the one who caught her was none other than Amanda.

She had become weary from constantly being on the run, always ready to flee at the slightest sign of trouble, evading her pursuers. She had resorted to any means necessary for survival, growing stronger throughout her flight. Amanda, meanwhile, had enjoyed the best resources and the most suitable mentors, growing up in a stable internal environment.

The moment they clashed, Tamara despaired. She realized that Amanda, whom she had once consistently outperformed, was now far stronger than her. To think, her own talent had once been considered superior to everyone else’s.

Her escape that time was purely down to her years of experience in fleeing. This encounter stirred distant memories, and the vast disparity in their strength further solidified Tamara’s conviction that Amanda had stolen everything from her.

The true Seeker of Omens should have been me... It must have been her...

Tamara’s emotions flared, and she suddenly turned her gaze toward Lance, roaring as if to vent, "It must have been that wretch! She stole everything from me! Why didn’t you let me kill her? Why!"

"Be rational."

"Rational? What do I have to be rational with!"

Lance’s attempt to calm her unexpectedly provoked Tamara even further. His expression, however, remained placid; he clearly had no intention of being swayed by her outburst.

"Because I’m saving you," Lance stated calmly. "If she dies, you’re truly doomed."

Tamara’s emotions quickly subsided. Her gaze toward Lance turned somewhat peculiar as she asked, "What will it take for you to help me kill her?"

"What can you offer me?"

This time, Tamara didn’t make wild, hyperbolic promises as she had before. Instead, she pondered for a moment, then, with a solemn expression, uttered a single word.

"Everything!"

But this single word failed to move Lance. He merely smiled.