After 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.
