A completely different conversation was taking place in Bedroom 201 on the second floor of Lichtenstein Castle. There was no terror or torture here, only focused and polite dialogue.
All the lights had been turned on, making this bedroom brighter and cozier than the one next door.
The large windows let abundant moonlight spill into the room. Intertwining with the lamplight, it illuminated the murals decorating the walls.
"Then we can start on our end as well."
Lanchi leaned against the back of his chair, holding a cup of tea and occasionally blowing on the steam rising from it.
A square table was placed in front of them. Lanchi and Hughberlian sat on one side.
Hughberlian held a pen, ready to take notes.
"Please cooperate with us as much as possible."
Hughberlian had long since grown accustomed to speaking in a polite, strictly official tone.
Sitting on the other side of the table was an imperial noble girl, wearing handcuffs and shackles.
Even after being muffled by the wall, the screams from the next room remained faintly audible without pause.
By comparison, it was clear that Lanchi and Hughberlian were being quite courteous to this noble girl.
After all, her status in the Krui Di Empire might be far from low.
"Your name."
"...Alexia."
"Your age, identity, and address."
"..."
Alexia remained silent.
With death imminent, she had no interest in answering these pointless questions.
"Don't worry. We've already shut down the Shadow World Recording Program. No one can hear our conversation now, and the noise from next door won't disturb the audience in the Real World either."
Lanchi spoke calmly.
Hughberlian hurriedly glanced at him from the side. She could not tell whether Lanchi was speaking normally or using coded language.
His words seemed to be hinting to this