Aislin could not understand at all. "Are you talking nonsense?"
"Rosero told me many jokes that only old Mages who had lived long enough in Sia Tower would know." 'Aislin' did not understand what surprised her. "Wasn't it simply two people getting together when they were at a disadvantage, then breaking up unpleasantly after things settled down because they could not agree on how to divide the spoils? What is so surprising about that?"
"Why do you think I'm surprised?" Aislin said coldly. "Of course it's because I don't understand why a Ninth-Circle Mage would use her own body as a bargaining chip."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" 'Aislin' replied lazily. "The body has always been a bargaining chip, regardless of gender. People will throw it onto the table just to live a little better, let alone when their lives are at stake. Fengo was purging the dissidents within Sia Tower at the time, and he was extremely ruthless. The slightest suspicion could make even death an unattainable wish. All his talents concerned torture, interrogation, and uncovering the truth. Very few people could deceive his eyes."
"Then doesn't that mean Pete and Delifus were innocent to begin with? Why would they..." Aislin still could not understand.
"Ah, they could have been." 'Aislin' spoke the cruelest words in the gentlest tone.
Aislin was merely extreme in temperament; she was not ignorant of the world. So she immediately understood the deeper meaning behind those words.
That Fengo... was probably Black Artist's real name. When he had been clearing out the warriors from this world who had infiltrated Sia Tower, he had not cared whether some of those implicated were innocent.
Aislin had seen the Black-Robed Faction's style often enough lately: ruthless and cunning.
They were fully capable of branding unrelated people