Although Miss Antanas's cell was not particularly large, its pure white walls created the illusion of endless space.
Light refracted in mottled patterns from above, falling across the three figures in subtly complex layers of light and shadow.
The Poet of Great Love looked relatively relaxed.
Without saying a word, she seemed to be silently conveying some kind of message.
Hughberlian no longer understood anything.
Lanchi looked at her smugly, as if asking her, I fulfilled your request. Miss Antanas is willing to talk now.
"Rest assured. From here on, I'll have a proper discussion with you."
Antanas nodded lightly, understanding the Poet of Great Love's meaning, and added,
"This..."
Hughberlian needed something from Antanas, but it seemed Antanas needed something from Lanchi, while Lanchi listened to Hughberlian.
Before they knew it, they had skipped past another difficult hurdle.
"Miss Antanas, if you're willing to come out with us and assist us, please state your request first."
Hughberlian hurriedly spoke.
Before they knew it, the atmosphere in the cell had shifted from tense to a delicate sort of balance.
"I... want to confirm some information about Talia's whereabouts. If you can do that, I'll go with you."
Antanas looked once again at the unmasked Poet of Great Love, her expression complicated.
"Could you let me see what you originally looked like? Are you a demon too?"
In theory, if she were a pure human, she should not naturally look so much like Talia. At the very least, she ought to possess some demon blood.
It was very likely that she possessed the same kind of disguise magic as Hughberlian, one capable of deceiving the Protos Empire and allowing her to infiltrate Helrom Prison as a human.
"Certainly."
Without much hesitation, Lanchi dispelled the Poet of Great Love Transformation: Human, returning