She was always so reliable.
As expected of Su Zhiyan, who excelled at killing the mood. With one offhand remark, she easily dropped a bombshell in the Hall of Joy.
She could have left at any time—even now?
For everyone, who had spent so long scheming as prisoners, those words were nothing short of a worldview-shattering shock.
More importantly, given her style, they couldn't even bring themselves to suspect she was lying.
"You weren't poisoned?"
Professor Lisha, who always spoke her mind, couldn't help doubting her own craft.
"I was."
Su Gao didn't keep people at arm's length, but clearly had no intention of explaining further.
She was poisoned, yet could still leave... That answer was even more terrifying.
If she'd merely noticed the poison before everyone else, as she'd seemed to, and been prepared enough to avoid getting caught, that would have been a more plausible turn of events.
But now you're telling me she did get poisoned, yet can detoxify herself whenever she wants?
That was a little too unreasonable.
Each revelation hit harder than the last. Under normal circumstances, the Holy See should have fallen completely silent.
Heh... hehehe...
But since everything and everyone was reveling in joy, someone was clearly already savoring the pleasure of having their understanding of reality torn apart.
Lady Number Seven, who was relatively weak, casually tore off the mask she'd just put on, then the ornament on her head... revealing the face she'd always wanted to hide.
At a glance, even the grotesque lines of her features seemed to form a strange beauty.
"So you can't bear to leave?"
Though she could clearly leave and simply chose not to, Lady Number Seven, now bare-faced, was evidently trying to understand Su Gao's behavior. Her tone was teasing.
"Yes. I still have things