Chapter 1222: Deadpan
Sylas could feel Ansla freeze when she heard the voice. Despite how misty-eyed she had grown, all such lustful thoughts flew from her mind the moment it landed. It was like this voice carried its own magnetic power, one stronger than what Sylas was currently displaying by several orders of magnitude.
With a slight shift of his gaze, Sylas turned to the table.
He had heard the conversation between Ebison and his sister Whey. No one here was hiding their voices; it was only a matter of if you could pick out what was happening in all of the chaos.
For Sylas, a Rune Master with such delicate and expert control over the world around him, this came naturally to him. Something like filtering noise was far easier than controlling the ground to become its own personal treadmill for him.
The difficulty was in the fact there were only Demon Runes around. But with Sylas’ talent, he had simply been in this world for too long for something like this to stifle him.
He could guess that this was likely the Duchess. In fact, the reason he had spoken out before to begin with was to get someone to accuse him of claiming that he could gain even the Duchess’ favor. Then he would work from there.
What he didn’t expect was for the woman herself to step out.
However, surprise was one thing. With his thinking speed and his Contested Title, Sylas’ ability to adapt to new information wasn’t something even most E-Grades could fathom.
So, still holding Ansla’s waist, he looked toward the cloaked woman before looking back toward Ansla.