Speak with the prisoners.

Now that morning has come, the first thing you do is head straight to the dungeons under the castle. They may have been spies for both William and Vex, but you're no villain, and you'd rather them not rot down there, especially given that they didn't even hurt anybody here. One night has likely been enough, especially knowing how some of your allies probably teased them, but you put on the look of one displeased Demon King and hide your cards. The first thing they're going to see this day is a disgruntled man wearing the armour of an extraplanar draconic beast, armed with a sword and a frown.

They've been placed in separate cells on the upper level, though adjacent. The left has the human girl. While her weapon has been taken, she's dressed in tight-fitting linen with leather plating to protect places that matter. Her dirty blond hair is a bit of a mess after everything that happened... especially with Jelly.

You wrap a hand tight around one of the bars and peer closer inside the chamber, lit dimly by the torches which line the walls of the hall. "So you're a spy for the Demon King Vex, are you?"

She purses her lips and nods slowly. "Y-Yes I am, sir."

From your pocket, you retrieve a certain object. It rests on your palm, inactive. "Do you know what this is?"

"That's a Fib-Not, sir."

"So both of you know you won't be lying to me, right?"

"That's right."

From one cell over, you notice the catfolk gazing between the bars. "Y-Yeah," he mutters. As he comes into view, you can see his dark green tunic and his short brown hair. As he watches, he still keeps his distance, and his tail remains back between his legs.

"Then you." Your eyes glance over to him. "You're a spy for the Demon King Cresswell?"

"I am. Just a spy though, sir. Nothing more."

"So you both came to observe, while most of us were at the Sports Festival?" you ask.

Both of them reply with a, "Yes, sir."

Soaring down from above comes the dark pixie Delphi, who promptly lands on your head but sits up excitedly. "I have a question for you, girl." As she says this, she points forward, and stares daggers at the poor human.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

Pulling up on your hair, though not enough to hurt, Delphi continues. "What is your biggest fetish?"

"You're really ruining the atmosphere here--"

"S-Slime girls, ma'am!" she blurts out.

You stare down at the Fit-Not in silence for a moment. After a long pause, you mutter to yourself, "I was kinda hoping it would light up when she said that."

"W-Well, not before," she continues. "But after what happened, I th-think something awoke in me."

"Delphi." Ignoring that, you stare up, although of course you can't see her. "I'm trying to do a serious interrogation here. Don't you have something better to do?"

"Not really," the pixie replies.

You sigh and look between the prisoners. "Are William or Vex planning anything nefarious against me? Is that why they sent you here?"

The boy shakes his head. "No. Honest. All he told me was to gather any information I could find and head on back. I'm actually pretty new."

"Oh? That's funny. I'm new too," says the girl.

Delphi hangs her head down in front of your eyes. Her hair hangs much farther. "I think they sent newer people and told them nothing, just in case they were caught and interrogated, Kyle."

"Really? How did you piece that together?" you reply. You slowly bring up your hand to nudge the fairy from your view, like a loose bang over your forehead. "Either that, or this wasn't actually a big thing anyway, so they sent people they thought were disposable."

"Lady Vex would never do that!" Suddenly the woman stands quite proudly. "She's beautiful, intelligent, and loves us all."

I don't doubt that. Though I figure both Vex and William know enough about me to know their spies aren't in any actual danger. I'm not about to kill them for this.

You stow the Fib-Not away. For better or for worse, nothing they've said has been a lie. "I'll make my exit for now, but I will be back."

"Wait, I wanna ask him a question too," Delphi says.

"Fine. One question."

"What is your biggest fetish?" She stands up atop your head and points once again.

The guy swallows. "Feet, ma'am."

She nods. "Acceptable answer."

"... I don't even have the Fib-Not out anymore," you say.