"You know her, don't you?"
Natasha frowned. She didn't know why Angor was talking about Flowey.
Because of what she had blurted out earlier, Natasha couldn't deny it now. After pondering for a while, she nodded. "Yes."
"She was always down there. Where did she go?" Angor's eyes sharpened.
Natasha remained silent.
"You took her away, didn't you? Why did you do that?"
Natasha kept her mouth shut and did not say anything.
"Also, you said Lady Isabelle told her not to go anywhere. Is she related to Isabelle somehow?"
Natasha didn't answer any of his questions. As Angor's expression grew more and more serious, Natasha finally said, "It's related to a secret …"
"Secret?" "Flowey has been staying in the well for so many years. What kind of secrets does she have?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
Natasha opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She didn't understand why Angor knew so much about Flowey.
"You want to know why I know about Flowey, right?" "Because I'm the one who created the illusion room for her!" Angor sneered. "That's because I created it for her!"
Natasha looked up. "You're the 'big brother' Flowey always talked about?"
Angor humphed. While Natasha was still trying to figure out what was going on, the illusion around them suddenly changed. The spacious hall became narrow, the bright lights dimmed, and the quiet world was filled with pleasant music.
Natasha witnessed with her own eyes that the hall in front of her had turned into a pink girl's boudoir.
Warm pink wallpaper, cute moving dolls, wind chimes swaying in front of the window, rosewood soldiers playing drums on the floor, and dancing music box dancers …
It was the room Flowey used to stay in.
Every detail was a perfect representation of the room.
Angor used his actions to prove that he was the one who created the illusion for Flowey.
"Do you know why she was in that deep well?" He stared at Natasha and spoke in a cold and distant tone. His voice was like the night wind under the starry sky, which came from an unknown place.
"She used to be a happy girl. She lost her parents when she was young, but she still had a big brother who loved her very much.
"But the happy life of the siblings was destroyed by the sudden appearance of intruders, and those intruders were the damned slave traders!"
"Do you know why? They're clearly superhuman slave traders, so why would they kidnap a normal mortal girl?"
Natasha gulped. She knew the answer, but she knew better than Angor how cruel it would be.
Angor didn't plan to let Natasha answer this question. "You already know the answer. She had to watch her blood being drained, and her body being dumped in the graveyard.
"Any other woman would have turned into an undead long ago. But this girl was pure and innocent. She didn't hate anyone. She just stayed in the well all alone, waiting for a future that would never see the light of day.
"You're telling me that someone who was killed and abandoned by your people has something to do with the secret of Dark Castle? Do you think I'll believe that? "
Angor's voice slowly returned to the human world.
His cold eyes seemed to have penetrated Natasha's heart, revealing the black and white, the good and the evil in her heart.
Each of Angor's questions struck at Natasha's soul. She felt like someone who was about to be executed in public. Not only did she feel uneasy because of Angor's questions, but she also felt the burning sensation in her heart.
Suddenly, a record book on the table flew into the air.
A woman with long, curly blond hair in a dress grabbed Flowey's hand and disappeared into the well.
When she saw the painting clearly, Natasha felt a boom in her head, and the scene in front of her suddenly became hazy.
It was as if she had returned to the time when she took Flowey away.
That day, she had accepted a patrol mission, but when she was patrolling near Dark Castle, she suddenly heard a gentle female voice in her ear.
It was a message from Lady Isabelle.
She wanted her to go to a place and bring back a soul.
That place was the well in the graveyard.
Natasha still remembered that when she reached the depths of the well, the little girl in a yellow dress was already waiting at the door of the illusion. She seemed to know Natasha's intention. Before Natasha could say anything, she said, "Can you wait for me for a while? I still have some things to do. I just need a while. "
Natasha agreed.
Later, Natasha became closer to Flowey. "When I took you away, you said you had something to do. What is it?" Flowey looked sad.
"I don't want to leave without saying goodbye," Flowey said in a soft voice.
Natasha was puzzled by Flowey's answer. There was no one else in the illusion, so why would Flowey leave without saying goodbye?
But after reading the book and listening to Angor's story, she finally understood.
Flowey didn't want to leave without saying goodbye because she didn't want Angor to think that she left without saying goodbye.
The "big brother" Flowey was waiting for must be Angor.
After a long period of silence, Natasha finally reached an agreement with her inner self and looked at Angor.
"Yes, I took Flowey away," Natasha finally spoke.
Isabelle never asked her to keep Flowey a secret, but Natasha believed that it was related to Lady Isabelle, so she never told anyone about it.
But was Angor an outsider? To them, Angor was an outsider. But to Flowey, Angor was a ray of light that illuminated her dark and boring life. He was the one she had been waiting for in the well.
Natasha struggled. She thought about Flowey's face and Angor's questions that pointed at her uneasiness.
In the end, her inner defense had collapsed.
"It was Lady Isabelle who asked me to take Flowey away. I don't know why she took Flowey away from the well, but I can feel that Lady Isabelle means no harm to Flowey. "
"Where is she now? Can you take me to her?"
"Flowey has been staying with Lady Isabelle ever since she came to Dark Castle," Natasha said. "If you want to see Flowey, you have to go to Lady Isabelle."
Angor asked a few more questions, and Natasha told him everything she knew. However, most of them were related to Isabelle, so she could only give vague answers.
After confirming that he had to ask Isabelle about Flowey, Angor stopped asking.
It would be difficult to meet Isabelle, but at least he had a clear clue.
"Occasionally, Flowey would look for me for a chat. If she comes looking for me, I'll tell her about you," Natasha added.
Angor nodded. "Thank you."
Natasha lowered her head and muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "I should be the one thanking you."
As Natasha was about to say goodbye, Angor suddenly remembered something. He took out Flowey's notebook again and flipped to another page.
It was about a faceless figure that appeared at the bottom of the well.
"Do you know who that is?" Angor pointed at the figure in the book.
Natasha's eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth without saying anything.
Angor frowned. "Don't tell me it's another secret?"
Angor rubbed his temples. "Let me ask you one last question. You only need to nod or shake your head.
"Is this figure the reason why Flowey left the well?"
Natasha hesitated for a moment before she nodded.
"I see … Okay, I got it." Angor wanted to ask if this person had anything to do with Dark Castle, but he didn't think it was necessary to ask since Sunders had already made it clear that he didn't want to get involved in Dark Castle's affairs.
Angor fell into deep thought after Natasha left. He now knew where Flowey was, but how could he find Isabelle?
At this time, Sunders, who had been sitting on the other sofa, spoke up, "Don't worry about it. It won't be long before she comes to you even if you don't go to her."
Due to his limited power, Angor didn't know that a powerful spirit energy quietly scanned their room not long ago.
Back then, Sunders had a brief confrontation with the spirit energy.
They didn't exchange much information, but Angor was sure that the spirit energy came from Isabelle.
Because of this, Sunders was certain that Isabelle would come to see them. Even if she didn't come, Angor could just go and see her himself.
Sunders came to Dark Castle for Greya, but it didn't mean that he couldn't visit the genius witch from a thousand years ago.
Angor didn't know why Sunders was so certain, but since Sunders said it himself, it shouldn't be wrong.
With that in mind, he relaxed a little.
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