Unfortunately, his confidence was soon shattered.
Instead of answering his question, Liora sized him up before asking a question of her own:
"Are you the thirty-sixth-ranked Devil? Titled Cicada?"
Under her undisguised gaze, the Ant Devil had a bad premonition.
Still, he forced himself to calm down and nodded his head in agreement.
"Yes, Your Excellency, are you looking for me—"
Before he could finish his words, Liora waved her hand and interrupted him.
"I've heard that you're very close to Blasphemer. Can you grace me with what you know of him?"
Instantly, the Ant Devil's face turned pale, and he understood that his premonition had been correct.
"Your Excellency, I'm indeed quite close with Lord Blasphemer. However, I'm afraid that..."
He paused mid-speech, and a flash of hesitation flashed across his brown eyes, as if he was contemplating whether to speak any further.
Liora didn't urge him, but stared at him silently, awaiting his response.
