In the wardrobe, the punishment phase for "Deceiver Silver Lamp" had come to an end for now. The Operators were all listening closely to the conversation outside, exchanging looks with one another.
"Vishy, she..." Diya looked incredulous. "No way that's real, right? She must be trying to trick Ash, so she's pretending to be this cute, right?"
"It can't be real." Vesir couldn't believe it either. "She's the Phantom Prophet, a Demon who's killed countless people, a heartless, deranged Demigod, an Evil Artificer reborn into a second life. How could someone like her still have the ability to love? How could she fall for someone?"
They had actually sensed, vaguely, that something must have happened between Ash and Vishy; otherwise, it was hard to explain why Ash no longer treated Vishy as a Prisoner, but instead tilted resources toward her on equal terms. But in their imagination, it should have been that Ash had finally failed to resist temptation and become Vishy's willing servant, with Vishy seducing Ash into falling little by little, taking whatever she wanted from him and demanding all she pleased.
The truth was actually not far off from what they had imagined, except the roles were completely reversed. Although it felt strange to use this word for someone like her, they really did feel that Vishy had "fallen."
"I won't even bring up Witch," Sonia said, glancing at Vesir. "But Silver Lamp, did you ever think in the past that you'd fall for someone?"
Vesir froze. After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said, "Though I can't guarantee I'll remain unswerving forever, I can guarantee Vishy will have a change of heart sooner or later. Even if she truly likes him now, she will also truly betray him in the future... For someone