The darkness inside the box seemed to have weight, pressing heavily down on Rigerif's breathing.
For five or six minutes, aside from the brief exchange between the man and the woman, no other sound seeped in. No footsteps or voices from a third person, no announcements, not even the frequent sound of doors opening and closing—
This further confirmed her guess: she had probably been placed in an independent, relatively private space, most likely inside some kind of high-class compartment.
Her mind rapidly pulled up the train layout information she had hurriedly glanced over when boarding. On the entire train, the high-class compartments occupied only two cars, with another car containing luxury compartments equipped with private washrooms. Her and Amon's compartment was in—the third car.
If she remembered correctly, there seemed to be only one ordinary car between it and the luxury compartments. In other words, even if she was now in the farthest luxury compartment, the straight-line distance from Amon's location was at most the length of two train cars, only a few dozen meters in between.
That distance, on a high-speed train with constant noise, might already be far enough for an ordinary person, to the point that even if there were any abnormal sounds, they would not hear them. But for Amon—Rigerif did not think this was a problem.
After all, a human's limit was not a dragon's limit!
—She believed Amon was a pure-blooded Ancient Dragon.
"As long as I create a big enough commotion—"
The thought was like a match struck in the darkness, abruptly lighting up her mind and bringing with it a calmer assessment.
The commotion had to be sudden enough, piercing enough to get through the compartment's soundproofing, and distinct enough from the constant noise of the moving train.
But at the