Interlude
Celenike Icecolle was escorted to a room and left to wait in silence. There was a table and two chairs, she, without almost any forethought, seated herself, swaggering about as she did so with her swaying hips.
Feeling very little in terms of urgency. Only seeing the whole affair as one big inconvenience to her plans and the grand scheme to the machinations of Yggdmillennia. The matter of the filthy homonculous who escaped with her heroic spirit months before was more concerning.
She doubted, very greatly, that there would be any serious repercussions for her actions. Or, at the very least, she highly doubted it would come from Belmont. She knew a great deal about him to be confident in what she could expect from him. Those months she spent, distracting herself with him in bed, provided her with enough to gleam his type of personality; and what she learned when he wasn't satisfying her was that he would not kill her. Sure she did try to have her way with him, but she knew he would enjoy it—finding some twisted enjoyment in remembering the dismay in Edelfelt's voice—but she knew for certain he would not kill her.
The Iscariots on, the other hand,—as well as Belmont's old flame, current fiancee, the Necromancer friend, his uncle, and the Servants—she was less certain as they could be more than willing to doll out punishments her body would not be comfortable with.
The three servants she would not even attempt to dellude herself into believing she had any chance with convincing to leave her in one piece.
Coen she knew more of than the rest. She knew of the passionate relationship she shared with the wayward Rheon. But very little else. The redhead had acquired somewhat of a reputation among freelancers from her brief time as Elric's partner-in-crime—well known for her beauty and skill with those two pistols. Many-a hired guns and magus nobles would have loved to make her their bride; which ended in failure. Regardless of how the relationship ended, she seemed to be dedicated to Belmont, and only Belmont. So she could assume that it would be best if she did not try to press things with her.
Luvia Edelfelt she knew less than very little about. Beyond her status as the heir apparent to a well renowned magus family in Finland, Celenike knew very little. Much like Coen she could only hope that things would not involve her in the interrogation.
The Necromancer and Uncle she was going to treat similarly to the Servants—pray that they are not involved in her interrogation.
Lastly there were the two Iscariots. Celenike could probably use them to get Elric to come into the room, given how the older one seemed to be the more reasonable of the two. Hopefully those would be the two to come in.
Regardless of who was to come in first, Celenike knew that she had the upper hand, here. She was the only one left who could tell them of the Alagaddan parchment's location, and therefore she was the one possessing the most leverage. All that needed to be done now was decide how best to apply it to her benefit.
She then proceeded to wait for the door to open and her interrogation to begin. It was only a matter of time.
