This time, the entire world turned gray and white, somewhat similar to the state of a Saint activating Spiritual Sight.
"Hey! You did that on purpose!" An angry shout came from inside the black halo, but it sounded completely unthreatening due to the overly cute voice.
However, Syl did not let her guard down at all because of this voice. She stared at the black halo, her hand already clutching her strongest Missionary card.
Syl had deliberately inquired about that matter to Barro again, with the goal of luring this black halo out once more.
It could only be said that Syl's guess was correct; the Witch inside the black halo held no hostility toward her, and Syl wanted to figure out the purpose of her observation.
"Hmm? What are you talking about? I don't quite understand," Syl feigned terror and took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is this? How terrifying, the world has come to a standstill."
If only her tone hadn't been so robotic, it might have actually been quite effective.
"You bastard! You're actually acting now, aren't you!" The black halo instantly vanished, and the next second, it appeared above Syl's head.
Before Syl could react, a fair, clean arm extended from the black halo and gently punched Syl on the head.
Then, the black halo vanished again and reappeared high above. However, this time, a petite girl wearing a black Lolita dress leaped out from the black halo and sat steadily upon it.
She lifted her left leg, clad in white silk stockings, and crossed it over her right.
Her long black hair, curled in waves, floated behind her as if there were no gravity.
Her scarlet pupils stared down at Syl, the corners of her mouth curling slightly, and her long, pointed ears made her appear even more wicked.
She looked at Syl and asked: "You certainly surprise me. You seem to have known from the very beginning who was watching you."
"A little one who is clearly only Tier 1, yet is actually able to know of my existence... I am very curious, what else do you know..."
Seeming to find it a waste of time to watch Syl standing there staring blankly, she urged impatiently: "What are you staring at? Don't you have anything you want to ask?"
"I do." Syl nodded.
"Heh, then go ahead and ask." The girl raised her chin slightly, looking somewhat casual. "I'll answer depending on my mood."
At this moment, while answering the questions of the person suspected to be a Witch, Syl was quickly verifying something with the system.
"System, is this the Witch of the Cycle?"
"To be precise, she is The Witch of Ruin. 'Cycle' is merely a description of her function."
Cycle... time and space... ruin... someone who does not exist in this era... a rift in reality...
These words occupied Syl's mind, and she quickly came up with such a possibility.
"System, the Physician and the Clown are not people of this era, are they? The Love Saint and the Clown also do not exist in the same era... Is the same bond just the same person existing in different eras?"
"The world is within some kind of Cycle, and The Witch of Ruin's duty is to break the Cycle, and I, who do not exist within the Cycle, am the only variable?"
"So that is why the mission is the trial of that Witch of Ruin, and not something else?"
This was the only answer Syl could deduce from the existing clues in this situation.
"Your understanding is indeed correct... However, are you not going to reply to the person in front of you? She seems about to lose her composure."
Syl focused her eyes and came back to her senses. She saw The Witch of Ruin above clenching her fists tightly, but her head remained held high, as if she intended to maintain this "arrogant" posture until Syl spoke.
"Uh..." Syl pondered for a long time and finally spoke. "Can I say anything?"
"Just say it already!"
"...Have you eaten?" Syl held it in for a long time, only to ask this in the end.
The Witch of Ruin: "?"
PS: Still PY~
Miss Candice of the Cape Consortium, a prominent figure among the prominent figures of Ace.
With superb methods and flawless schemes, the aliases "The Elegant Web Weaver" and "Cape Nyx" spread among the people of Ace, accompanied by fear and respect for her.
Of course, powerful figures inevitably have some hobbies that differ from ordinary people.
And Miss Candice's hobby is women.
The girl turned off her phone, collapsed onto the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused and lifeless: "Damn it, why did I manage to turn a ** game into a simulation management game...?"