"At the look of things, they do not seem to be planning to bring dinner," Atopulde said lightly, casting a glance at the bars that had fallen into silence since nightfall.
"Mm," Lillian nodded without saying much.
From last night until now, not to mention food, the inspectors hadn't even given her and Atbolde a drop of water.
Although, for a Second Rank Wizard like Atbolde, going without food or water for ten days was not a big issue, and even as a First Rank Wizard, she could manage.
But this was undoubtedly a veiled threat, a show of dominance.
Atbolde looked at Lillian, having many questions in mind, yet he slowly closed his eyes to conserve energy.
Under the effect of the temporary prison, they were unable to use the magic power within their bodies or release their spiritual power.
At the same time, multiple memory crystals continuously recorded their every move.
Such an environment was obviously not suitable for conversation.
