"So that's how it is..."
"Then let's put it to the test."
In an instant, golden threads wound around Yan Huan's and Dan Heng's hands, binding them.
"???" Yan Huan looked down at the threads around his wrists. "What's this for?"
"Just like before, the Golden Thread will sense your sincerity."
Aglaea continued:
"I will test you with four questions."
"A dishonest answer will make the Golden Thread tremble. A sincere one will leave it still."
"Each time it trembles, the executioner will take one step forward."
"Executioner?" Yan Huan looked around. "Where? Why are we suddenly talking about executions? Didn't we just get our rooms?"
"That would be me." Behind them, Castorice, who had been standing there all along, bowed slightly.
Aglaea continued:
"After four questions, if she has not reached you, you will have passed the test."
"Otherwise, your journey ends here..."
Castorice spoke quietly to them as well. "You'll simply fall asleep amid the gentle scent of flowers. There will be no pain... I promise."
Castorice stood three steps away, and Aglaea had four questions to ask.
"So we can lie twice?" Yan Huan said, suddenly catching on.
"If you wish to treat your lives as a game, be my guest," Aglaea said coldly.
Judging by the two women's expressions, they seemed serious.
"Is this really necessary, Aglaea?"
Yan Huan's eyes widened.
"We promise to keep an eye on our phones. Why does this have to be a matter of life and death?"
"This is for the Holy City's safety," Aglaea stressed.
"Has it occurred to you that if you actually attack us, the Holy City might be finished today?"
"You're welcome to try."
With that, relations between the Chrysos Heirs and The Nameless hit rock bottom.
At first, Yan Huan had thought Aglaea was joking. Then