"Oh? Have you thought of someone?"
Herbert's inquiry carried a hint of surprise and expectation that even he hadn't completely realized.
He asked Kreti about this matter casually without much hope, only hoping for a small hint from her.
This was truly an unexpected joy.
After all, she had been confined here for so long, with little understanding of the outside world, and most of the information she once knew was outdated.
Information is time-sensitive.
Some news devalues even after a few days, let alone the passage of hundreds of years outside.
Time is the most ruthless destroyer.
Hundreds of years are enough to witness the rise and fall of kingdoms, turn heroes into dust, cause powerful magic to be lost, and bury many once illustrious names in the crevices of history.
Though demons live far longer than mortals, over the years, even hell's landscape is probably not as she remembers.
Herbert really didn't have hope of getting any clues from her.
