In the late-night parlor of the mansion, their faces on the couch should have appeared particularly serious and calm.
But as the awkward question was exposed and the last words echoed and faded within the room, all eyes darted and dodged, avoiding direct eye contact, followed by an unexpected silence.
"..."
Lanci, standing next to the magic projection crystal screen on one side of the room, was originally planning to continue discussing the details of this transaction. But now, due to the state of Sigrid and Hyperion, he had to pause temporarily.
No one was willing to break the deadlock for a short while, nor did anyone want to be the first to speak up.
There may be a need to give Sigrid and Hyperion a little time to regroup, even the antique clock on the wall seemed to slacken its pace, its tick-tocking noticeably prominent in the silence.
The two of them had spoken too profoundly in the heat of the moment.
Now that they had to collaborate, it made both of them lose face.