"Let me think..." Little Peach muttered, sinking into thought.
Little Peach's head remained pressed against the very center of the image, yet her body in the distance began to dance ballet. Her long, snake-like neck had twisted around an unknown number of times, but she seemed utterly unaware of it. Her body continued dancing while her head kept lowering in contemplation, as though her body had split apart and every part possessed thoughts of its own.
This bizarre scene lasted for around ten seconds before Little Peach raised her head. "I saw many interesting entanglements of fate upon you, but I do not have permission to speak of most of them unless you come to find my true body."
"Your true body?" Laplace asked doubtfully.
Little Peach said, "If you want to know information about my true body, you must spend one secret question." Laplace shook her head. "No. Continue."
Little Peach said, "I thought of two secret pieces of information related to you. Which one do you want to hear?" Laplace asked, "What two?"
Little Peach raised a slender finger and wagged it, saying in a shrill, grating voice, "I will only tell you what the information is after you ask me. But I can reveal some key clues."
"The clue to the first piece of information is: calamity. The clue to the second is: Gosen."
After hearing the clues Little Peach had given, Angel and Laplace exchanged glances.
The first clue, "calamity," did not reveal its meaning for now. Taken purely as a word, it could mean disaster or catastrophe.
And Little Peach had made it clear that this clue was related to Laplace.
Could it be hinting that Laplace might encounter some unforeseen disaster?
The second clue was easier to understand than the first. "Gosen" was not