Interrogating a Demon

"Demon, do you have time now?"

The demon trapped within the gray crystal heard Fran's voice. His head drooped, as though all strength had been drained from him.

These past days of struggling with Fran had been the most unbearable period of his life.

Not only had Fran refused to reject experiments involving those demonic incantations, but the results of every experiment had matched the demon's own predictions.

It was just that every time, he had to dig up some precious knowledge from the Abyss's reserves in exchange for Fran's cooperation.

He had even been forced to explain the specific meanings of some Abyssal Script during the process. Otherwise, Fran would not have understood any of that knowledge.

But it had only been a little. Converted into characters, it amounted to barely a dozen words, none of which had anything to do with the writing on the Black Stone Slab Fran wanted deciphered.

By now, the demon was not stupid. He had guessed that Fran wanted something else from him, and that turning him into this state was merely meant to get something from him.

But knowing that was one thing. Even with a demon's intelligence, he had no clue what to do about it.

Fran was truly patient. Although she had already asked the demon four or five times for knowledge she supposedly wanted, he could tell that every question had been made up on the spot. None of it was what she truly wanted.

The knowledge she actually wanted had not yet been brought up.

The demon had no good way to deal with it. He could only continue playing this game with Fran. It now came down entirely to who lost patience first and revealed an opening.

The demon believed he had plenty of patience. He had