The words "wait" hovered on the crystal ball for a moment, then vanished along with the cat face into the blackish-purple mist. In the end, they turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated within the candle flame.
The human trafficker remained kneeling where he was, frozen in his kowtowing posture for a long while.
The flames of the bronze candle flickered across his face, illuminating the hesitation in his eyes.
The terror brought by the words "misfortune" had yet to fade when this vague "wait" stirred his mind into further unrest.
He slowly straightened up and glanced at Wine Cup, who lay motionless on the bed. As though he had seen something scalding, he instinctively shuffled backward on his knees, not stopping until he was three paces from the bed.
He neither dared approach again nor could bear to leave just like that.
He stood in the shadows, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips against his cuff, his gaze fixed upon Wine Cup's porcelain-white cup head as though awaiting an answer that might descend at any unknown moment.
Only the faint crackling of the wavering candle flame remained in the dark room, stretching his shadow thin and long like a taut string that could snap at any time.
In Heart Space, the people before the light screen also fell silent.
"Misfortune..." Luigi stroked his chin, pondering. "What exactly did he ask for the answer to be 'misfortune'?"
Water Clone narrowed his eyes. "At present, the misfortune most closely connected to Wine Cup must be related to the World Will's rejection. My guess is that this black-hearted trafficker asked—"
"Is there something abnormal or dangerous about Wine Cup?"
And the crystal ball's answer had been: misfortune.
Water Clone was not making a random guess. This black-hearted trafficker had actually been