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Chapter 413: Lanchi Removes the Mask of the Great Loving Poet
Chapter 413: Lanchi Removes the Mask of the Great Loving Poet
As the Great Loving Poet faced off against Antanas, the Guardian, in place of Huberian, the atmosphere in the cell became tense and silent.
Huberian's gaze kept shifting to Antanas, trying to decipher some information from her expressions and movements.
The silence lingered in the spacious, pristine white cell.
"It's laughable... Do you know who Talia is?"
Antanas, the Guardian, let out a cold laugh. Her voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable force. A hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, as if the Great Loving Poet's words had struck a nerve.
For a foolish human to attempt to bargain with them using lies was not only unforgivable but also an insult to the great demon tribe.
Antanas noticed something peculiar about the masked figure with black hair and green eyes—just hearing this person speak stirred emotions within her that had long been dulled and buried.
"Of course, I've even met her," the Great Loving Poet affirmed with a nod.
Huberian stared at Lanchi, bewildered. How could Lanchi have possibly met her legendary aunt?!
Although Huberian knew that Lanchi often mysteriously possessed bits of information, such as when he drew the portraits of the three vampire ancestors during the Cathedral Rogue Banquet in front of the Princess of the Krexe Empire, or when he casually sketched the three great demons a few days ago at the secret base of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy's Batten branch, his current depiction of Antanas, the Guardian, seemed extraordinarily accurate, while his drawing of the Ice Snow Witch was a mess.
However, Huberian was certain that her aunt, Talia, was a missing great demon that even the Church of the Goddess of Fate would have difficulty finding. Keeping the promise of helping Antanas find Talia would be a challenging task, even for the Church, with no guarantee of success.
Huberian didn't know what kind of psychological game Lanchi was playing, but she dared not show any expression that might give away her thoughts. She could only hide her astonishment and doubt, maintaining a calm facade as she waited for Lanchi and Antanas to continue their conversation.
"... "
Antanas fixed her gaze on the Great Loving Poet, her eyes turning icy.
She found the person before her a bit fearless, as if death held no sway over them.
As an eighth-rank great demon, Antanas could generally discern whether lower-ranked beings were lying based on their magical fluctuations. The magic emanating from the black-haired, green-eyed girl was weak and uncomplicated, giving no indication of deception.
Yet, the girl's sudden claim in this context seemed absurd.
To Antanas, it seemed as though the black-haired, green-eyed girl was making things up as she went along, having just heard Huberian's conversation with her.
"How do you plan to prove it?" Antanas finally asked, her tone devoid of any real doubt.
"If I can prove that I know Talia's whereabouts, will you come with me?" The Great Loving Poet inquired.
Lanchi had already noticed the similarity between Antanas's way of speaking and Talia's.
"Of course," Antanas replied. "In that case, I have no reason to remain here. But if you dare to toy with me, even if you are the human friend of Talia's niece, I will not hesitate to erase you." Antanas's eyes lingered on the two intern jailers, her eyes reflecting a profound emotion as she awaited the other party's proof.
With her opponent insisting on this path of self-destruction, Antanas could only laugh at their foolishness.
No matter what they said, she had no intention of believing them. Deception through words was far too common, and she didn't think this matter could be easily clarified.
In truth, Antanas' anger had already reached its peak. The despicable act of using her dear friend's whereabouts as a bargaining chip would have resulted in severe consequences for this human if it weren't for the consideration of Talia's niece.
Now, she merely wanted to see just how far this foolish individual would take their charade.
"..."
Hubeerian was terrified. She wanted to grab the Great Loving Poet's arm and warn Lanchi.
She could sense the extremely unsettling state of Antanas.
At this point in the game, even if Lanchi managed to succeed in deceiving Antanas with his unique intellect and rhetoric, inducing her to make a deal, the consequences of exposure would be dire. Should his deception be uncovered, Antanas' anger would know no bounds, and she would stop at nothing to make him pay!
The air in the cell became oppressively heavy, and Hubeerian could only hear the pounding of her own heart.
Unfazed by the tense atmosphere, the Great Loving Poet maintained a calm demeanor as they faced Antanas' deadly gaze.
The Great Loving Poet turned to Hubeerian and smiled, as if to reassure her and prepare her for what was to come.
In this moment of profound silence, the Great Loving Poet removed their mask, shook their hair, and fixed their gaze on Antanas.
"..."
In that instant, Antanas' bright eyes gradually froze, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After what felt like an eternity, she slightly parted her lips but couldn't bring herself to form a complete sentence.
From the moment the reflection of the Great Loving Poet appeared in her pupils, she found herself unable to look away.
"You... What is your relationship with Talia?"
All traces of Antanas' previous murderous intent had vanished, replaced by urgency and apprehension in her question.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl before her bore an uncanny resemblance to Talia, and even after a hundred years, with memories fading, Antanas would never forget the most beautiful face in the world!
After all, Talia's most distinctive feature was her exquisite face!
The black-haired, green-eyed girl seemed to be a pure-blooded human, yet Antanas couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her.
Perhaps she was using disguise magic.
She might have altered her appearance to resemble Talia.
The one thing Antanas was certain of was that this girl had definitely seen Talia!
"Then, before I answer your question, will you tell me—are you willing to believe what I say and have a proper conversation with me?"
The Great Loving Poet stood before Antanas, asking gently.
Although the term "princess" didn't seem fitting for the Great Loving Poet, under Lanchi's influence, their graceful and dignified demeanor exceeded that of Talia herself.
"Of course... That's fine..."
Antanas stared at the Great Loving Poet's face, her mind in a daze.
Having held little hope before, she was now willing to grasp at any straw that might provide even the slightest information about Talia still being alive.
Hubeerian, witnessing this unexpected turn of events, was completely baffled.
What just happened?
Had Lanchi honed his mental control and brainwashing skills to such a masterful level that he could directly defy the rules of the world?
(End of Chapter)
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