Not long after, Olivia arrived at the church headquarters.
By this time, Sweet Dream and Nightmare had already been imprisoned, and the Church was discussing who should interrogate them.
Everyone could see that these two surely possessed a wealth of useful information; if it could be extracted, it would likely provide a great deal of help to the Church.
Specifically, the two undoubtedly knew much regarding Rose, and information in that area was undeniably vital.
Under these circumstances, Olivia took the initiative and expressed her desire to interrogate them, which came as a surprise to those within the Church.
No one had ever seen Olivia conduct an interrogation before, so her request left everyone feeling somewhat puzzled.
Ultimately, her application was granted because she was a party directly involved in the matter.
Furthermore, her close relationship with Rose made her a special case.
Additionally, as the Protagonist of the Era, she possessed many unique qualities that easily inspired trust.
Most importantly, the people within the Church were not entirely unaware of Olivia's apparent foreknowledge.
They felt that she might be able to use this ability to learn useful information from Sweet Dream and Nightmare.
Thus, not long after, Olivia met Sweet Dream in an interrogation room on one of the floating islands at the church headquarters.
Sweet Dream and Nightmare were held separately on different floating islands.
Olivia chose Sweet Dream first.
The light in the interrogation room was dim, and Sweet Dream was imprisoned there all alone.
She was tied tightly to a pillar, bound so securely that she couldn't manage even the slightest movement.
When Olivia arrived, no one else was in sight except for the bound Sweet Dream.
"We meet again."
After arriving, Olivia looked at Sweet Dream with a faint smile and offered a greeting.
Her appearance caused a look of surprise to cross Sweet Dream's face.
Sweet Dream knew she would be interrogated after being brought to the church headquarters, but why was it Olivia standing before her?
Was this girl actually going to be the one interrogating her?
Seeing that Sweet Dream didn't answer, Olivia didn't mind. She walked up and circled Sweet Dream twice before pulling a piece of foxtail grass out of her Amber Tears.
Then, she crouched down, reached out, and pulled off Sweet Dream's shoes, placing the foxtail grass against the soles of her feet and sliding it back and forth gently.
"Aaaaah! What are you doing? Stop it!"
Sweet Dream never could have imagined in a million years that Olivia would suddenly do something like this to her.
As the ticklish sensation spread up from the soles of her feet, her entire body tensed up. She let out a cry of ambiguous meaning and struggled with all her might.
However, her struggling was completely useless.
The restrictions in the interrogation room at the church headquarters were anything but simple.
Both the pillar behind her and the ropes binding her were specially made, more than enough to suppress Sweet Dream so that she couldn't exert any power at all, making her no different from an ordinary person.
In front of Olivia at this moment, Sweet Dream was like a little lamb waiting for slaughter, forced to endure whatever Olivia wished to do without being able to put up any resistance.
Olivia ignored Sweet Dream's voice entirely.
She waved the foxtail grass back and forth, continuously stimulating the soles of Sweet Dream's feet. This caused Sweet Dream to scream repeatedly, her high-pitched voice nearly piercing through the walls of the interrogation room.
To anyone unaware, it would have sounded like she was undergoing some form of inhuman torture.
"Stop it, stop it! What exactly do you want? Are you here to interrogate me? Then ask! Ask me! Just stop doing that!"
Olivia paid her no mind and continued to tickle Sweet Dream vigorously with the foxtail grass.
She had already consulted the magic mirror, asking what the probability was that Sweet Dream would answer honestly if interrogated at this moment. The mirror's answer was forty percent.
Only forty percent? That was far too low, so she chose to continue the tickling.
She felt that tickling just the soles of the feet wasn't enough.
She tore open Sweet Dream's clothes and moved the foxtail grass to her armpits, tickling her there as well.
The intense stimulation from the tickling caused Sweet Dream to scream again, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Stop, stop! Don't do this anymore, don't be like this! I'll tell you everything! Just ask what you want to know! You haven't asked anything, you're just doing this! Ask first!"
At this moment, Sweet Dream felt like she was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.
She never expected Olivia to act this way. If she wanted to interrogate her, why wasn't she asking any questions?
If she didn't ask questions, Sweet Dream couldn't provide any answers even if she wanted to.
This situation was pure torment for her, driving her nearly to the brink of madness.
"Stop it, just ask! I'm begging you, ask some questions! I'll answer anything you ask, I really will! Just ask first!"
Sweet Dream was extremely ticklish; it was a physical vulnerability. After several rounds of Olivia's tickling, her mental resolve had completely collapsed, and tears pooled uncontrollably in the corners of her eyes.
Seeing this, Olivia asked the magic mirror again what the probability was that Sweet Dream would answer honestly now.
The mirror quickly provided an answer: this time it was sixty percent, a slight improvement.
Only sixty percent? Not enough, not enough at all.
Olivia reached out and tore Sweet Dream's clothes again, this time exposing her waist, and moved the foxtail grass there.
"No!"
Sweet Dream let out an incredibly shrill scream. Under Olivia's continuous assault, it felt as though she was about to be completely broken.
She let out scream after scream, her body twitching incessantly as lines of tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She had truly broken down.
But Olivia felt it still wasn't enough.
She pulled out another piece of foxtail grass and tickled Sweet Dream's armpits and waist simultaneously, continuing to provide intense stimulation.
As she tickled, she moved back to the soles of the feet, varying her methods to torment Sweet Dream.
She continued to mess with Sweet Dream for a full hour until the woman was utterly exhausted, her face wearing an expression of having been completely broken.
Only then did the magic mirror's assessment of the probability that Sweet Dream would speak honestly reach ninety-five percent.
The mirror told Olivia that a one hundred percent probability was impossible; ninety-five percent was the highest possible likelihood, as such things could never be determined with absolute certainty.
Now, finally, she could start asking questions.
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