Perhaps it was because the face before her was all too familiar, too deceptive, that upon hearing Astrid's straightforward question, Lyra even entertained the idea of directly revealing the truth to her.
However, no matter how much a fake resembles the original, even if the appearance and voice are nearly identical, the Astrid Calliste before her was still not the Princess Astrid she knew.
Seeing Lyra standing silently in place, Astrid crossed her arms, her cold red eyes quietly observing the girl, her diamond-studded high heels occasionally tapping against the floor tiles, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.
Even these subtle body movements were exactly like Astrid's... What a realistic illusion...
"Still not planning to speak?"
Noticing Lyra's strong wariness towards her, Astrid narrowed her eyes, her fingertips lightly brushing her arm, her long silver hair casting mottled shadows on her neck.
