Ellie Miller returned to her room to find the Pomegranate Duke sprawled on the floor, his face flushed, gasping for breath and coughing.
Artor Coldcrest sat in a single armchair, his gaze at her quite complicated.
"Um, what's... with him?"
Brandon slowly sat up from the floor, rubbing his laughing stomach muscles, "You know, under the carpet in the room where the Judge is, there's a hidden eavesdropping Magic Array."
As he spoke, he pointed at the Magic Items placed on the small round table, a delicate 'Fake Mouth.'
At this moment, that mouth opened and closed, the voice it emitted was identical to the tallest of the five judges.
[What do we do?]
[What do you mean what do we do? Don't leave it half-said, my brain is as good as wood now, not functioning at all...], the Fake Mouth switched voices, speaking in agony.
[It's too scary...]
[This is the first time I've learned that the ones doing the interrogating can be more tortured than the ones being interrogated...]
