This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange-Chapter 469: The Stalker

Kain’s first attempt to draw out the owner of the hostile gaze was subtle.

He wandered through the bustling streets of Dark Moon City, his movements seemingly casual, pausing every so often to browse through shops or watch street performers—but he was always on guard against his surroundings.

He stopped at a market stall selling exotic fruits, running his fingers over the vibrant produce, pretending to consider a purchase while subtly adjusting his angle to scan the street behind him.

The prickling sensation at the back of his neck persisted, but the source remained elusive. Whoever was watching him was skilled and constantly remained within the busiest areas. As a result, Kain couldn’t easily place who was following him. Even with his heightened awareness and trained instincts, there were too many moving figures and too many distractions.

Moreover, although Bea had recovered, she still wasn’t fully back to her original strength and couldn’t help him with this. But even if she was fully recovered the help she could provide would be limited. After all, in one of the most powerful cities of the Empire, and one of the more densely populated cities for beast-tamers, Kain didn’t have confidence in controlling a large proportion of the crowd undetected. And if he was detected it’s likely be construed as a terrorist attack and even his current status likely wouldn’t be enough for him to escape harsh punishment.

Therefore, Kain was forced to use only the most mundane of methods to draw out his stalker.

Next, Kain decided to visit a popular teahouse, a place frequented by students and low-level beast-tamers. He took his time selecting a table, choosing one with a clear vantage point of both the entrance and the busiest walkways. He took a seat by the window, sipping on a cup of fragrant tea while keeping an eye on the entrance. The hostile gaze seemed to intensify, but still, he saw no one suspicious. Frustrated but undeterred, Kain finished his drink and pastry, and then left the teahouse and made his way to the city’s central plaza, where street performers entertained crowds with dazzling displays of spiritual energy.

As he watched someone that seemed to have awakened a gift related to fire conjure flames into the shape of a dragon, Kain felt the hostile gaze again, stronger this time. He turned sharply, scanning the crowd, but once more, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The person was like a shadow, always just out of reach.

Determined to draw out his stalker, Kain decided to revisit Lord Alaric Veylen’s manor the next day. After all, the source of his hostility was likely related to the nobleman, and so getting the stalker more agitated and angry may make them slip up. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

Kain arrived unannounced, much to Lord Alaric’s delight.

"Kain, my boy!" Lord Alaric exclaimed, his jowls quivering with excitement. "What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honor of your return?"

Kain smiled politely. "I realized I forgot to discuss a few details about your contracts evolutionary plan. I thought it would be best to address them in person."

Lord Alaric’s eyes lit up, and he ushered Kain inside with a flourish. "Of course, of course! Anything for my esteemed guest. Come, let’s have some tea while we talk."

As they sat in the gaudy sitting room, Lord Alaric once again launched into a lengthy monologue about his family’s history, their contributions to the city, and their once-glorious status.

Kain nodded along, feigning interest while keeping his senses attuned to the outside of the mansion. He also had some of the Vespid guards hiding in discrete locations, watching from the rooftops and alleyways, their eyes tracking every movement outside the manor.

When Kain finally left, he made sure to pull out a small wooden box from his coat, letting the sunlight catch the polished surface before tucking it away as if it contained something valuable. He made no attempt to conceal the gesture—it was meant to be seen.

When Kain finally left, the hostility was palpable. He could feel the weight of the gaze pressing down on him, more intense than before. It was as if his stalker was growing bolder—or more desperate.

Kain had to admit that he was having quite a lot of fun. One would think that having a hostile, undetectable presence following him would be a nerve-wracking experience. However, through the Threads of Destiny, Kain could vaguely sense that there were no threats to his life and the owner of the gaze was even much weaker than him.

Unfortunately, whoever was stalking him always remained outside the limits of the spiritual skill and may even possess profound methods of combatting methods of counter-tracking, and the appearance of the threads would get fuzzy and less distinguishable the further they moved away from Kain. Even with the skill’s growing proficiency, there were too many uncertainties. He needed the target to come much closer.

Kain’s next move was to set a trap. After leaving the manor, he made his way to a secluded park on the outskirts of the city, a place where the streets were quieter and the crowds thinner. As he walked along a tree-lined path, he activated Threads of Destiny, weaving a subtle web of spiritual energy around him. The skill allowed him to sense the faintest traces of movement and intent, and he used it to create an invisible net that would alert him the moment his stalker stepped into it.

To further lower their guard, Kain sat on a bench beneath a large oak tree, flipping open a book. He allowed his head to droop slightly, his posture relaxing just enough to make it seem like he was dozing off. The small wooden box he’d created as bait, now placed beside him on the bench, was positioned just carelessly enough to tempt a closer look.

The minutes ticked by, and just as Kain began to wonder if his plan to provoke the opponent’s emotions had failed, he felt it—a faint ripple in the web of energy he had created. Someone was approaching, their movements cautious but deliberate.

Kain remained still, his breathing slow and even, mimicking the shallow rhythm of sleep as he waited for the right moment. The hostile gaze was almost overwhelming now, and he could feel the person’s presence drawing closer. Finally, when they were just a few feet away, Kain sprang into action.

Now that a single target had been identified and lured away from the dense crowds, Bea could display the full extent of her abilities. Though still weakened, she could manage this much—capturing one ordinary person was nothing compared to controlling and reading the thoughts of dozens in a chaotic crowd.

After Kain conveyed that there was an ’unwelcome guest’ lurking in the bushes to his left, dozens of barely visible threads extended from her and disappeared into the foliage.

After a brief rustling where it seemed as though the target was attempting to avoid or resist the attack, the surroundings returned to quiet.

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Kain immediately let out a smirk after receiving the confirmation of control from Bea.

"Gotcha."