"In the Black Prison, there shouldn't be just these few big names. As far as I know, there are still many followers and incarnations of the Elder Gods imprisoned, but none have shown themselves."
Hilda clenched her fists and took the lead in speaking, trying to contend for that precious Anti-evil charm: "...As the saying goes, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind,' no one knows how many demons and ghosts are hidden under the light of the heavenly lamp and the Hell's Fire."
Professor Yao nodded slightly.
"Naturally, there are orioles. Such birds are never in short supply." He didn't deny Hilda's assumption, but nor did he totally affirm the young assistant's speculation: "It is just very difficult to find the right moment to strike before the mantis devours the cicada… Everyone knows that birds are blind at night, and there's never a shortage of night in the Black Prison."
A light laugh echoed between the towers, somewhat flattering.
