Miss Puppet’s Trance - II
He didn't know how Ansel talked to Ravenna, but in Soren's view, in order to put pressure on her, Ansel must have given almost explicit hints.
If that young lady still doesn't understand the situation, it would be somewhat ungrateful.
Indeed, with just a glance, Soren knew he should no longer continue to probe or speculate. He cleared his throat lightly, smiling as he spoke, "I should now present the fruits of my labor to the many guests... I must excuse myself for a moment, Ansel."
The phantom sitting next to Ansel seemed to vanish as if it never existed, and a figure draped in a magnificent white robe appeared out of thin air on the previously empty podium.
"Fellow seekers of truth,"
Soren's voice was clear and confident, "I, Soren Canaster, am honored to open a new door concerning the soul for you all."
His opening remarks were concise and direct, and the hall, filled to the brim except for the first row, erupted in applause.