NOVPUBAfter the Great Love Poet took Hyperion’s place and spoke directly to Guardian Antanas, the atmosphere in the jail cell became tense and silent in an instant.
Hyperion’s gaze took in Guardian Antanas from time to time, trying to read some information from her expressions and movements.
Silence lingered in the spacious white cell.
"Ridiculous... do you know who Talia is?"
Guardian Antanas let out a cold laugh, her voice calm yet with an undeniable authority.
A rare hint of killing intent flashed in her eyes, as if the Great Love Poet’s words had almost crossed the line.
To the Great Demon Race, it was both an unforgivable act and an insult when any foolish human attempted to strike a deal using lies.
Antanas did notice something unique about the voice of the person with mask-covered black hair and green eyes. Just hearing him speak stirred emotions that she thought had long grown dull.
"Indeed, I have even met her."
The Great Love Poet affirmed with a nod.
Hyperion looked at Lanci. How could Lanci have possibly met her legendary aunt?!
Although Hyperion knew that Lanci always seemed able to pull out confidential information from nowhere, like drawing portraits of the three ancestors of the Blood Clan in front of the princess of the Cerryti Empire at the Sanctuary Evil Banquet, or casually sketching the images of the three from the Great Demon Clan in the secret base of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy’s Domination Branch. Now, the drawing of Guardian Antanas made by Lanci looked strikingly similar to the real person, while the Bingxue Witch was a complete mess in the drawing.
However, Hyperion was absolutely certain that her aunt Talia was a member of the Great Demon Race that had disappeared, so elusive even the Church of the Goddess of Destiny had a hard time finding her. Living up to the promise to help Antanas find Talia might take the Church of the Goddess of Destiny a great deal of effort and still bear no guarantee of success!
Hyperion didn’t know what kind of psychological game Lanci was playing this time, but she dare not break position for fear of upsetting Lanci’s plan. She could only hide her confusion and pretend to maintain a calm expression while waiting for Lanci and Guardian Antanas to communicate.
"..."
Antanas studied the Great Love Poet, her gaze becoming more icy.
She felt that the person before her seemed to have no fear of death as she saw no fear of death in his eyes.
As an Eighth-order great demon race, Antanas could essentially determine whether low-order living beings were lying or not through their magical fluctuations. The magic power on this black-haired, green-eyed girl was so weak and simple that it didn’t seem like she was lying or trying to deceive her.
But the words that the other party suddenly threw out in this situation seemed absurd.
In Antanas’s eyes, it seemed like the black-haired, green-eyed girl just made up a response on the spot after hearing the conversation between Hyperion and herself.
"How are you going to prove it?"
Antanas finally asked, with hardly a trace of doubt in her voice.
"If I can prove I know where Talia is, will you come with me?"
The Great Love Poet asked.
The way Antanas spoke was somewhat reminiscent of Talia, a feeling that Lanci was already familiar with.
"Of course, I have no reason to remain here then. But if you dare to toy with me, even if you are a human friend of Talia’s niece, I will not hesitate to obliterate you."
Antanas’s gaze lingered on the two trainee jailers, revealing deep emotions as she waited for them to prove themselves.
If they insisted on seeking death, she wouldn’t feel guilty.
Actually, no matter what they said, she had no intention of believing it, because there were too many ways to deceive people through language, and she didn’t think they could clear things up.
The fury in Antanas’s heart had already reached its peak due to the despicable action of the humans who used her dear friend’s whereabouts to deceive her. If it weren’t for the sake of Talia’s niece, she would have already made them pay the price.
Now she just wanted to see how far this fool would go to seek death.
"..."
Hyperion was so scared that she wanted to grab Great Love Poet’s arm and give Lanci a heads-up.
She could feel the extreme danger coming from Antanas.
At this point, even if Lanci managed to deceive Antanas and successfully struck a deal with her by using his unique intellect and eloquence, once the truth was exposed, Antanas would be furious to the extreme and would not hesitate to take him down with her!
The air in the cell became oppressively tense and all Hyperion could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat.
The Great Love Poet, standing next to her, remained as calm as ever under Antanas’s deathly stare.
Looking at Hyperion, the Great Love Poet smiled as if telling her not to get too surprised in a moment.
At this silent moment, the Great Love Poet took off his mask, shook his head, and looked at Antanas.
"..."
In an instant, Antanas’s bright eyes grew dull and no one knew what she was thinking.
Until after a few seconds, she opened her mouth, but dared not utter a complete sentence.
From the moment her pupils began to reflect the image of the Great Love Poet, she found it hard to take her eyes off his face.
"What... what’s your relationship with Talia?"
The killing intent in Antanas’s eyes had completely dissipated, replaced by a sense of urgency and fear as she asked the question.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl in front of her bore a striking resemblance to Talia. Even after a hundred years and faded memories, Antanas would never forget the most beautiful face in the world!
After all, Talia’s most striking feature was her beautiful face!
The black-haired, green-eyed girl in front of her seems to be a pure-blooded human.
Maybe she had disguise magic on her.
She only turned into a form resembling that of Talia.
The only thing Antanas was sure of was that she must have seen Talia!
"So before I answer your question, can you first tell me – are you willing to believe what I say, and can we have a good talk?"
The Great Love Poet stood in front of Antanas, slowly asking.
Although the Great Love Poet himself did not match with being a princess, under Lanci’s influence, her elegant and dignified demeanor was even better than that of Talia.
"Of course… no problem..."
Antanas stared blankly at the Great Love Poet’s face. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
Antanas, who had not held much hope, was now willing to learn any possible information about Talia still being alive.
Standing by the side, Hyperion was dumbfounded as she watched the unexpected turn of events.
What just happened?
Can you actually defy the natural laws of the world by mastering mind control and brainwashing to this extent?
