In the Demon Classroom, which had turned into a banquet of slaughter, time seemed to elongate as each second became painfully long.
The candlelight on the wall lamp also flickered slightly, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, as if counting down to the impending end of the exam that was increasingly coinciding with death.
Hyperion, seated in the back row, gave up thinking.
She was completely at a loss as to what Lanci intended to do.
However, previous interaction and collaboration experiences suggested that if she couldn't keep up with Lanci's ideas for the time being, that meant she was still normal.
She just needed to keep an eye on Lanci.
Her duty seemed more like that of a nanny who was in charge of covering for him when necessary.
So under Hyperion's silent observation, for a short time, Lanci briefly stopped reporting examinees and began to write something on the parchment examination paper.
As if he was waiting for the right opportunity.