"Miss, are you looking for Miss Daya and the others?" As Lucien came out of the restroom, he happened upon another maid, who bowed with a smile and extended her hand to Lucien with nearly the exact movements as the maid from before.
"They are now playing in the back garden, miss, shall I take you there?" The maid smiled, but her smile sent a chill down Lucien's spine.
"It seems like I understand the essence of 'manipulation' in the goblin priest ritual now," Lucien murmured to himself, clearly seeing the seemingly normal emotional colors of the maid before him.
At this moment, Lucien felt that these "normal players" were like soulless spider silk of astonishing stickiness, and he was the pitiful insect entangled in the web, struggling in vain to escape.
Perhaps he wouldn't find that "Mr. Spider" even at the last moment...
