Lumina's red eyes flashed coldly, but she continued in a heavier tone, making an even more rattling statement that sent a storm through Vyra's mind once more: "All ten of us who survived from the academy had our minds tampered with."
"And that was a lie, wasn't it?"
"Because you... your mind was not tampered with, Vyra, was it?" she said with a sneer.
But the Alchemist smiled calmly, her inner turmoil hidden by the newfound mental strength of the demon bloodline. "And what makes you think that? May I ask, Princess?"
Vyra, mind calmed by the Demon Bloodline, surmised that the princess was likely only hypothesising those things on her own and nothing more.
But then something strange happened… an unusual runic pattern flashed in the Last Luminary's eyes.
Vyra's gaze narrowed; she barely noticed the runic pattern in Lumina's eyes. For an instant, she felt a flash of swift radiance within that carriage; in her mind, she felt a prickling sensation.
