"That would be a bother, then. I definitely won't skimp on the errand fee." Angel paused. Seeing Little Green about to turn and leave, he called out again, "Oh, right."
Little Green turned back with a puzzled look.
Angel said, "I hope you won't tell anyone else about the ritual I'm holding."
Little Green made an "all right" gesture. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."
Angel smiled and nodded. He did not know Little Green well enough to believe her lips were truly sealed. He had only mentioned it to deepen Nightmare Illusion's impression.
Through this subtle influence, Little Green would believe herself tight-lipped, when in fact she was merely under Nightmare Illusion's influence.
Little Green swayed away from the room with graceful steps.
Angel remained in the room, waiting for Little Green's return while contacting Gleipnir through the God's-eye view and relaying the intelligence Little Green had provided.
Gleipnir was currently on her way to the platform. Hearing Angel's voice transmission, she came to a realization as well. "So Glory refers to the beams of light used to select the champions of the three major competitions..."
"Looking at it that way, 'sound' could indeed refer to the recordings from the three major competitions." Gleipnir sighed, then asked, "Since you already have a recording of the Modern Fashion Show, do I still need to look for footage of the Prada Beauty Pageant?"
Angel thought for a moment. "You should still look. After all, the clues to the three major rumors this time all came from Prada Media Company. For all we know, that Carnival Night Clown trapped in the lightless room may only recognize the sounds of the Prada Beauty Pageant..."
Gleipnir considered it and felt that was possible as well.
It was always better to be overprepared than underprepared.