"I'm going to the washroom. After that, we can leave." Once the dance ended and they returned to the edge of the dance floor, Sno suddenly spoke. Trissy looked at him suspiciously, clearly not trusting him.
"You aren't planning to ditch me and run away on your own, are you?"
"Why don't you come with me? Oh, sorry, I forgot you're not suited to entering the men's room right now." Sno's brows lifted slightly, his punchable demeanor on full display.
Trissy muttered a hometown curse under her breath, took a deep breath, and said indignantly:
"If I get caught, I'll sell you out without hesitation."
"Yes, yes, I know!" Sno nodded without the slightest sincerity, then swaggered over to an embassy military officer and, under Trissy's dumbfounded gaze, asked where the washroom was.
"Is this guy really that confident?"
"Holy Spirit who pursues knowledge;"
"Beacon of the Mysterious World;"
"Eye that peers into fate;"
"Ruler of the seas;"
"Holy Bernadette Gustav..."
There was no additional prayer. After reciting the honorific name, Sno severed the connection. He trusted that Huang Beibei understood what to do next.
After slightly adjusting the concealment settings on himself and confirming that the True Creator was no longer watching, he recited that familiar honorific name again—
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who commands good fortune. I beg for Your attention, I pray for Your gaze. Lanevus has escaped according to plan. In addition, Beckland Jean Madan is dead."
Trissy stared tensely toward the washroom, wondering whether she ought to run. Whether she left midway through the event or turned invisible and fled, there was a high chance of being noticed. Still, at least her identity was fake.