The Self-Crashing Miss Ziegler - II

"Hah, you want me to entice her? What else does she care about besides the delusions in her mind? Are you suggesting I help her realize those delusions? Ansel, you really are—"

Evora's expression turned cold as she looked at Ansel, who remained silent with a smile. She began to speak with indifference, but halfway through, she suddenly stopped.

Ravenna Ziegler, the things she cared about most, aside from her unrealistic delusions and the Tower of Babel that housed them, was there really nothing else?

"Ziegler..." 

The Elder Princess murmured to herself, her gaze gradually brightening. 

"Speaking of which, I never paid much attention to how that old man died." 

She shifted her gaze to Ansel's face, her tone slightly elevated: "Ansel, tell me, do you think our little puppet would care about this news?" 

"These are all your own thoughts."