I did my best to keep calm.
If he can use distortion like that, there’s no way I can overpower him by force.
I just need to stall. Buy some time.
If I can keep him occupied long enough, the Saint will show up. And when that happens? This bastard’s getting a Game Over.
“You know who I am?”
“...Yeah.”
How could anyone not know this guy?
Athanas Anatagasukidesu.
With a username that literally translates to “Athanas, I love you,”, this crazy bastard wasn’t just infamous—he was legendary long before Conclude was released.
You’re seriously asking me that?
“What’s the quest reward?”
The Prophet hesitated, his lips twitching nervously. “...It increases favorability.”
Forcing someone’s favorability up? As expected of the Distorted One, it’s creepy as hell.
“It won’t work on me.” I crossed my arms. “I’ve got a trait that blocks mental interference, so you can just forget about it.”
The Prophet shook his head, quick and stiff. “No, not yours. Mine increases.”
A faint sense of unease crept over me.
It doesn’t exactly feel ominous, though...
How do I even explain this?
...It’s like he suddenly finds me interesting?
“Hey, why are you just staring at me? I told you to ask another question.”
“You seem... friendlier all of a sudden.”
His reaction is... surprisingly normal.
I had braced myself for something more dramatic. If he was as crazy as I thought—still treating this entire situation like some game to “win”—he should’ve freaked out the moment he realized his distortion had no effect on me. Honestly, I half-expected him to whip out a knife and hold it to my throat.
Go ahead, take it. I dare you.
The Saint was going to show up any second, and when that happened, this idiot had no chance of escaping.
He’ll probably drop the stolen relic and make a run for it, though.
But really, it didn’t matter whether he ran or tried to keep it.
Actually, that might be even better.
Because that thing’s basically a GPS tracker anyway.
No scenario ended with him not being totally screwed.
Who in their right mind would believe that garbage?
“…You’re not convinced, I see.” Andrea sighed, his fingers opening slowly to reveal an object dangling from a fragile thread. It swayed softly, catching the dim light.
“Do you know what this is?”
“What if I had some strange ulterior motive? Would you still be so eager to agree?”
I asked, genuinely concerned. Nasir, though, just chuckled softly, like I’d said something completely ridiculous.
“That would be even better.”
...Better?
Better if I had some shady ulterior motive?
“What happened to you?” I asked Nasir, keeping my voice down.
“...Let’s talk somewhere else.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked away.
That’s when I saw it… a tail.
A fluffy, furry tail was poking out from under his robe, swaying back and forth with each step he took.
Athanas once told me he’d dreamed of the opening scene in Heretic Slayer.
If that’s true, then maybe the dream he had now was tied to Heretic Slayer too.
I tried to think of the holy relics that boosted mental strength. What were they again? Nothing came to mind.
I didn’t want to meet anyone who worshipped the ‘Distorted One’ or any Othergod for that matter.
But I need information.
“What’s the Prophet like?” I asked, trying to sound curious.
Andrea’s voice was thick with reverence. “He is the Lord’s Apostle, entrusted with the mission to restore order to this world.”
“Athanas?”
“Please just... give me a moment. Let me stay like this.”
“What?”
Before I could react, Athanas pulled me into a tight embrace.
I... I can’t breathe.
His heart pounded wildly against my chest, like he’d sprinted all the way here. But then, slowly, it began to steady, each beat calming as if settling after a storm. His voice, barely a whisper, reached my ear.