Erza looked down at the white sheet resting between her fingers before a faint smile slowly appeared across her face.
To everyone else inside the interrogation room, there was absolutely nothing unusual about it. It was simply a clean piece of paper taken from the Agency's supplies, yet the Salesman Demon's reaction couldn't have been more different.
His black eyes remained fixed upon the sheet as though Erza were holding something capable of destroying him.
Sara noticed immediately.
Her gaze moved between Erza and the restrained demon several times, becoming increasingly curious about what could possibly make him so frightened.
Only moments ago, the Salesman Demon had confidently laughed about surviving torture and boasted about his regeneration.
Now a simple piece of white paper had silenced him completely.
"Your Highness," Sara finally spoke, carefully lowering her head.
