"This question... was far too bland."
Liriel turned and blinked at the Decayer. "For a witch born in the Elysian Pure Land, this is practically no challenge at all."
"Do you know how many people in Elysium Pavilion willingly pay to experience pleasure with non-human creatures? And for tastes even heavier than that, Elysium Pavilion offers services too."
"Not to mention, this is for survival."
"So there's no question about it. Of course I would do it."
Decayer: "..."
Seeing how utterly at ease Liriel looked, the Decayer's mind filled with question marks. Had it simply seen too little of the world, or were the limits of humanity truly this outrageous?
However, the Decayer only froze for a second before silently withdrawing its attention and turning toward Nomephins.
It had raised that question merely to see whether Nomephins approved of such questions.
Liriel looked over as well.
Nomephins let out a slow, hoarse laugh. "Although I do enjoy watching interesting little dramas, these fanciful hypothetical topics are no longer to my taste. Perhaps another incarnation of mine will enjoy them in the future, but unfortunately, I am already old and no longer keen on such pursuits."
Decayer, Liriel: "..."
They exchanged looks and sighed helplessly. After all, Nomephins held the right to interpret things, and there was nothing they could do.
They could only continue probing.
"You go first this time." Liriel gestured for the Decayer to proceed.
The Decayer thought for a moment before speaking. "What is the greatest regret of your life?"
The Decayer did not immediately ask what was truly on its mind. Some questions required buildup and the right opportunity.
The moment Liriel heard the Decayer's question, she immediately understood. This time, it had chosen a heartfelt type of question—one focused on personal privacy, yet carrying