Ye Qiyan leaned closer to Lisette and sniffed. Aside from the faint fragrance of body wash, there was no other scent at all.
He looked at the superstar named Alice, his eyes full of suspicion.
Time? A scent?
"Ah, no, not an actual scent. It would be more accurate to describe it as a feeling. The person beside you should have a weapon related to time, which is why I..."
"Stop right there, Miss Alice. What exactly do you want?"
Lisette silently stood beside Ye Qiyan, the Temporal Arsenal quietly materializing behind her.
Three spikes of different lengths waited only for their owner's command to attack Alice.
"I-I-I just wanted to say, at the concert that day, you... heard what Ba'al and I-the woman who used centipedes-said, didn't you...?"
"Take a guess."
"Huh?"
"But even if I did hear you, so what?"
Ye Qiyan set down his half-eaten burger and snapped his fingers.
Snap-
[Pride] and [Bewitchment].
A demon's whispers echoed through the space.
The power of Pride made the shop's staff lower their eyes involuntarily.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Abucado's traitor, the great singing star, Miss Alice."
Alice's face turned deathly pale.
"I, I..."
"Don't worry, Miss Alice."
"First, answer a few questions. We can take our time discussing the rest."
The light gradually faded from Alice's eyes.
Her resistance to Bewitchment was even lower than that of many ordinary Train Conductors.
"Okay..."
Her voice was slow, and she seemed to have lost all sense of self.
"Hm? Is it really this effective? It's like hypnosis... Well, whatever. I'll ask first."
There was actually only one thing he wanted to know.
"What was the ability that reversed your Talent at the concert that day?"
Reversing Talents-if he could get his hands on an ability like that...