The neatly tailored green stand-collar uniform, adorned with a gold-trimmed burgundy cloak, presents a delicate face like a finely crafted doll. As she shows a face of surprise, the moment her gaze meets Roland's, a sense of safefy and anticipation surged from her emerald eyes, quickly turning into a call.
"Roland? How come... What is this place…?"
A simple question disrupted Roland's defenses more effectively than any sharp sword could.
Was it a phantom? Or was it really Minerva?
The voice and appearance were indistinguishable from Minerva, leaving no room for doubt. However, this was not a reality governed by common sense; relying on just voices and appearances made it difficult to distinguish whether she was real or just a lifelike phantom. What complicated matters further was that Sloth could easily pull others into this world, further complicating the process of discernment.
Phantoms, real persons, traps, strategies, responses, execution—
