"Hmm…"
It was late in the night already, but Rey had not finished contemplating many things.
His back rested on the rough walls of the underground cell, and although he was very much awake, his face faced the ground while his eyes were closed.
Anyone observing him would think he was asleep, and perhaps that was what he wanted.
After all—
'I can't rule out the possibility of the Desgarron Head or anyone else spying on me with some Artifact or Technique.'
In fact, that was likely the case.
Due to this, Rey pretended to be weak and frail, eventually acting like he had fallen asleep despite being in deep thought.
'Someone as powerful as Lord Dreyfus should have methods to confirm if I am asleep or not, but… am I really sure about that?' Rey silently pondered on the subject.
There was an unsettling thing he noticed ever since he had fallen under the effects of the Head of Household's Soul Art.
It had refused to leave his mind even now.
