As the fragrance entered Angel's nostrils, the "server" dormant deep within his mind immediately began to operate.
Information about the faint fragrance quickly appeared in Angel's mind in the form of percentages.
"The probability of it being a blended fragrance exceeds seventy percent."
Angel sensed the data point with the highest proportion and frowned slightly. It was already abnormal enough for fragrance to appear in a prison, and there seemed to be more than one kind of it.
Those who usually used fragrance were men and women concerned with etiquette. How could One-Eyed Wraiths, whose self-awareness was so faint, possibly care about etiquette?
Even highly intelligent One-Eyed Wraiths that had developed self-awareness would not necessarily care about such "etiquette," unless that One-Eyed Wraith possessed aesthetic sensibilities and self-discipline, and pursued "charm" with great dedication.
Since entering the Stairway of the Hanging Prison, Angel had seen only one such One-Eyed Wraith.
It was the One-Eyed Wraith outside, adorned with all manner of accessories, using the base of a fountain statue as a "stage" while constantly striking poses and flirting with the air.
"Could that One-Eyed Wraith have stayed here before?"
After thinking for a moment, Angel opened the Mind Tether he had kept blocked off.
The Mind Tether was quite lively. Dox seemed to have transformed into a match commentator, making all sorts of guesses and commentary about what methods Angel might use and from which direction he might steal the pendant.
Kael and Wai were the audience for this "commentary."
"Th-then, has Lord Transcendent Dimension already reached that One-Eyed Wraith's side?" Wai asked.
"Of course. He may have already blended in among the One-Eyed Wraiths," Dox answered with utter certainty.
Hearing this, Angel could not help but shake his head. It seemed Dox's intuition had failed again.
Just as Angel