157 Lanci really knows 146_1

In Lichtenstein Castle's bedroom number 201 on the second floor, a starkly different conversation was taking place. Here, there was no terror or torture, only focused and polite dialogue.

All the lights were on, making this bedroom brighter and warmer than the adjacent one.

The broad window allowed ample moonlight to spill into the room, intertwining with the lamp light, illuminating the murals decorating the walls.

"We can begin here as well."

Lanci leaned back in his chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, occasionally blowing on the steam above it.

A square table was set before them, with Lanci and Hyperion sitting on one side.

Hyperion held a pen, ready to take notes.

"Please try to cooperate with us as much as possible."

Now, Hyperion had become very accustomed to speaking in a polite, official tone.

A noble girl of the empire, handcuffed and shackled, sat on the other side of the table.