The next morning, the air in the small room at The Healing Lantern inn was heavy with grief.
Feng sat across from the spy, who was still visibly shaken from the previous night's events. Lina was resting in the next room with the door slightly open, her eyes red from crying. The baby had been buried the day before, and the pain was still raw.
Feng looked at the spy calmly, but his eyes were cold.
"Why were you filming me?" he asked.
The spy blinked, confused. "Filming…? What is that?"
Feng's voice remained steady. "Projecting what happened there. You were sending images and sound of everything that occurred in the training ground. You're still doing it right now, aren't you?"
The spy's face paled. In the distant Octagram hall, the Demon Lords were indeed still watching through the live orb projection, their expressions a mix of curiosity and tension.
The spy swallowed hard and answered carefully, trying not to reveal too much.
"My master sensed that a great war might start involving the gods, so he sent me to observe."
Feng stared at him for a long moment, then said quietly, "You're not bad at lying."
The spy flinched, fear flashing in his eyes.
Feng raised a hand slightly. "Don't be scared. I won't kill you for it… yet."
He leaned forward a little.
"Which one of the Demon Lords sent you?"
The spy's eyes widened in genuine shock. "What do you mean by 'Demon Lords'?"
Feng's voice grew colder. "I know everything. Don't try to lie to me. It might make me angry."
In the Octagram hall, the eight Demon Lords were now fully focused, chatting among themselves.
Guy Crimson narrowed his eyes. "What is he trying to do to our spy?"
Milim tilted her head. "He knows too much…"
Rimuru watched silently, intrigued.
Feng continued, listing the names without hesitation:
"Which one was it? Demon Lord Milim? Demon Lord Guy? Demon Lord Rimuru? Or one of the others?"
The spy's face went completely white. Even the Demon Lords in the hall were stunned into silence for a moment, exchanging glances and whispering among themselves.
"How does he know our names…?"
"He shouldn't have any information about the Octagram…"
The spy finally stammered, terrified, "Everyone… everyone of them sent me together."
Feng stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded once.
"You're free to go. But if you make an enemy of me, I will not spare you."
The spy nodded frantically and scrambled away as soon as Feng released him.
Feng stood up, turned, and left the room without another word.
In the Octagram hall, the Demon Lords continued their quiet discussion, now far more wary of the human named Luo Feng than they had been before.