[Angel was quiet for what felt like a minute. Maybe it was longer -- it was hard to tell. The blood rushing to her face, pounding in her ears, had left her in a sort of daze, and it was hard to really make sense of her thoughts, let alone putting them into action.]
[Saying it aloud felt almost like taboo in this place. There was a part of her that wondered if, after telling the truth, that Fun Worm might march right over to her and gobble her straight up.]
[That's how things worked in the middle ages, right? They sacrificed the virgin to some god or another for their own gain.]
That is... correct.
[She looked left, then right, as if anticipating some sort of assault or expecting the castle guards to swoop in and drag her off for crimes against the sorceress.]
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[Saying it aloud felt almost like taboo in this place. There was a part of her that wondered if, after telling the truth, that Fun Worm might march right over to her and gobble her straight up.]
[That's how things worked in the middle ages, right? They sacrificed the virgin to some god or another for their own gain.]
That is... correct.
[She looked left, then right, as if anticipating some sort of assault or expecting the castle guards to swoop in and drag her off for crimes against the sorceress.]
[Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.]