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Medici did not find his lack of an answer disappointing. He simply took it for slang He did not know.
"All right."
He turned back toward the two girls on the carpet, one lying down and one sitting. "You first, little Demoness."
"What is your elder's name?"
At this question, Tracy, who had been playing dead, slowly opened her eyes and struggled to prop herself up with her remaining arm.
Her expression was desolate yet resolute, revealing a beauty entirely different from her earlier domineering manner.
During this process, Klein failed to look away several times and nearly reached out to help her up. He inwardly marveled at how every movement of a Demoness in a constant state of charm could truly captivate the soul.
"I..." Tracy bit her lip and lowered her head, her long black hair falling in disarray to cover her face completely.
"My... mother..."
Medici burst out laughing, gesturing for the frightened Tracy to continue as He laughed.
Tracy lowered her head until it almost touched the floor, making one wonder whether a High-Sequence Beyonder of an adjacent pathway could also exert tremendous intimidation.
"My mother... is called... Katarina Pelle," she murmured. After Medici's uncontrollable laugh of mockery, she seemed to have let something go instead, relaxing somewhat and speaking much more fluently.
"She-she is very powerful, countless times stronger than I am, and she doesn't seem to age. She also has, um, a very high position in the cult, second only to a few higher-ups I've never met."
Medici neither agreed nor disagreed with the little Demoness's words. He turned and patted the table behind Him, making Traynor look up from his clattering typing, and asked him:
"Did you bring anything back?"
Traynor said nothing. A small shadow ran out of his shadow. Riel