The cell was still filled with the violent waves of magical power that had clashed before the truce, though they were gradually settling down. Only the faint light from the ventilation opening in the domed ceiling swayed through the space.
The Poet of Great Love slowly approached Sinora, while Sinora stared intently at her, complex emotions flickering in her eyes.
Though Sinora was filled with doubts, she temporarily set aside her hostility and communicated briefly with the other party.
"What happened in the Protos Empire? What could have brought you here to find me?"
Sinora withdrew her weapon for the time being and returned to her original appearance. It seemed that she was willing to communicate with the two of them for now.
Antanas had magic that disguised her as a human, and this black-haired, green-eyed person probably had such magic as well.
"Miss Sinora, we wish to reach a fair Demon Race Trade Contract with you. Could you tell us what demands or wishes you have?"
The Poet of Great Love stated her purpose plainly.
Antanas raised a hand to stop the Poet of Great Love from approaching Sinora any further, constantly protecting her safety like a mother bird guarding her chick.
Even though Sinora had stopped attacking, Antanas still regarded her as a great enemy.
"...I'm not killing you on the condition that you don't offend me."
Sinora looked at the Poet of Great Love's face. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, but she showed no genuine smile.
She was also hinting at the consequences of continuing.
Sinora had been observing Antanas's attitude toward the Poet of Great Love, and had more or less reached a guess.
If a human dared to deliberately disguise themselves as Talia, Antanas would probably be the first to kill them.
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