Clearly, a calm, composed judge with hidden depths would never deliver some sort of "villain's monologue" afterward.
Kainlaur did not even spare Lidyaala's corpse a glance. He merely took out the enormous bow, nearly as tall as a person, gently stroking the blood-red patterns etched across it before sealing it inside a vertical case that should have contained the Order Greatsword.
Only after he had done all that did he pick up the fine iron crossbow and arrowhead Lidyaala had dropped on the floor. Then he carried her corpse out of the room.
The dream ended there. The power of Memory surged back like a tide, spitting Cheng Shi and Sun Miao back into the reality of the trial.
The two of them stared silently at the fine iron arrowhead in Cheng Shi's hand, their expressions different. Then the sound of an electronic beeper rang out inside the tent.
"Nothing gained, but not entirely nothing gained.
"At the very least, you should keep your promise and properly tell me about Order now, shouldn't you?"
Sun Miao looked up at Cheng Shi. Her tone was utterly flat, as though that previous fervor had vanished.
It was not because she had lost interest in Order's transformation. Rather, she always felt that even if the other party made a promise, he might not tell her anything truthful.
Of course, lies would already count as pretty good. What she feared was that this con artist who could cooperate with Zhen Xin was still thinking of some way to wriggle out of it.
So Sun Miao had already prepared herself to take a loss before entering the dream. That was also where her hesitation and inner conflict came from. She had wanted to take a gamble, but she had lost.
What she had not expected