Chapter 320: Painting Prison (1)
... Sylvia researched Epherene's note, and the mana remaining on the paper was neither letters nor any kind of drawing, but merely a simple trace.
However, discerning Epherene's intent within it and comprehending that fool's thoughts certainly required an immense amount of mana.
"... Yulie," Sylvia called, as she looked at her.
"Yes!" Yulie replied, her answer holding not a moment's hesitation.
At this moment, Yulie's trust in Sylvia stood at one hundred percent because Yulie had revealed her own identity, and Sylvia had confessed that she was not Sephine but Iliade's Sylvia.
"... Can you carry me on your back."
Sylvia was seated in the chair but couldn't lift a finger, having only briefly engaged in a form of communication that barely qualified as such with Epherene and been merely exposed to a fraction of time energy. Yet, the result was mana exhaustion, with every drop of mana squeezed from her body.
"Of course. Right now?"
"There is no time to delay."
However, as a result, Epherene's intent was clearly understood.
"Yes," Yulie said, immediately taking Sylvia onto her back. "What is the destination?"
"... The Imperial Palace's basement library."