Pretending

(A few minutes ago)

Kalliope was sitting on the couch with one hand supporting her head while the other was stretched out in front of her, wrapped inside a black flame. Her eyebrows moved when the black aura slowly morphed into a sphere. She blinked in surprise before her gaze quickly turned normal again.

'So, my assumption was right,' she thought to herself as she continued to watch the ball of sphere gradually projecting an image. By scouring Alice's memory, Kalliope was able to recognize the familiar setting flashing in the sphere. It was a scene of Duke Balzac's study room with five people sitting on the couch.