Fontaine, Opera Epiclese.
After leaving the Fortress of Meropide, Li Qiuzhi and Clorinde headed to the Opera Epiclese.
Through the Beacon, he learned that Lumine and Paimon were in the opera house's underground prop room, helping prepare props for a magic show.
Li Qiuzhi and Clorinde met up with them, greeted Lyney and Lynette, then found an excuse to leave. In reality, they slipped into the chamber of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
Focalors, who looked identical to Furina, was sitting in a chair, resting.
When she saw Li Qiuzhi suddenly appear, she frowned and said discontentedly, "You! Don't you know how to knock before coming in?"
"I was just trying to keep anyone from discovering you."
Li Qiuzhi walked over with a smile.
"You could still find some other way to let me know..." Focalors pressed a hand to her forehead helplessly, then could only continue, "Fine. What brings you here? Have you made progress on the prophesied crisis?"
Although she said that, Focalors did not really believe it.
After all, she had failed to find another solution in all these centuries. If there had been a better way, she would not have chosen this one. Inevitably, she was somewhat skeptical that Li Qiuzhi could have achieved results in just a few days.
Seeing Focalors's doubtful gaze, Li Qiuzhi cleared his throat and said:
"You can't judge everyone by the same standard. I'm just a little stronger than you, and I can see just a little more. Maybe that happened to let me find a clue?"
"...You're just a bit better at fighting. What are you so smug about?!" Focalors puffed out her fair cheeks in annoyance.
"Come with me. Maybe seeing this will put you a little more at ease."
Li Qiuzhi waved a hand to the side,