Dox's eyes flickered.
Though the change lasted only an instant, Witch Sharon caught it. Moreover, from the feedback of the blood curse, she sensed a change in the surging of Dox's blood energy.
"Oh? So I was right—you really were stalling for time?" As Witch Sharon spoke, her gaze turned directly toward the silent Angel beside him.
Dox had been talking the entire time, and from the blood curse's feedback, she could tell that he had done nothing else.
If he was stalling for time, then it certainly was not for himself. It could only be for Angel.
Yet when Witch Sharon looked at Angel, she found nothing unusual.
Angel merely stood quietly to one side, without the slightest fluctuation of energy around him.
Had she guessed wrong?
Just as Witch Sharon began to doubt herself, Dox finally responded. However, his answer was brimming with theatrical flair.
"Oh my, oh my. I hid it so well, yet you still found out." Dox drooped his head in an exaggerated display of dejection, his face plainly filled with annoyance.
But Dox swiftly returned to normal, saying in a tone that suggested he might as well confess, "Since you've discovered it, I'll be straight with you."
"I was indeed stalling for time, because... there isn't much time left for you."
When Dox delivered that final sentence, he once again assumed the inscrutable guise of a mystic charlatan. In Witch Sharon's eyes, that suited his image as a prophecy wizard. Everything before had been an act; only that last line was his true self.
Thus, that final sentence was what Witch Sharon cared about most.
"There isn't much time left for me?" Witch Sharon chuckled. "Are you saying you have reinforcements?"
There were only two possibilities for stalling for time: either one was trying