After a long silence, Klein was the first to sigh.
"We should have listened to Angel earlier. Everyone should have left, then gone in one at a time to examine the murals. As long as only one person enters, this Hall of Truth has no effect at all. But once there are more people, it becomes as chaotic as the market on Iron Cross Street..."
He thought this with a hint of resignation, and the hall faithfully repeated his muttering in surround sound.
"Still, now we have nothing to worry about. Everyone's secrets are already out, so it doesn't matter what we think... Except—let's hurry up and explore the rest. All that's left is behind the Imagination Dragon's throne..."
Angel nearly thought of her deepest secret. This time, even thinking in English would result in the fixed "rules" here automatically translating it for everyone else, so she could only quickly overwrite that thought with another. Pointing at the massive stone pillar broken halfway up, she "thought" those words.
"No, there's still the ceiling. It's just as smooth, but there are no corresponding murals... If we consider the Imagination Dragon's three authorities, the mural on the left represents 'the made prophecy will surely become reality,' while the one on the right represents 'the fantastical realm will manifest in the world.' Then does the remaining third one, 'The imagined item will surely materialize,' correspond to the palace dome?"
Klein also quickly recovered from the embarrassment of having his private life exposed. Realizing that, apart from Audrey learning a little more about him, the other two had known "Klein" all along, he turned his attention back to their exploration. Looking up at the dome two hundred meters above, he offered a conjecture.
*"So, as long as we draw what we want up there,