“I’ve heard there’s going to be a bloodless ceremony taking place next week during the worship service. It’s said to be bloodless. We could go together, if you’re interested.”
“What are you talking about...”
“I’ve seen it, you know. That necklace you’re desperately trying to keep hidden. It must be a holy relic given to you by the Saint.”
“...Regardless, you’ve realized that I’m terrible at this. So, I guess anyone else would do a better job than me.”
Can’t argue with that.
With the acting skills of a wooden puppet, it’s a given that he’s outperformed by a solid 95% of the population.
“...Tell me, what do you remember about the person I was in your memories?”
“…….”
“I’m quite lost myself. I dreamt of a plague ravaging the world, turning order into chaos.
Anyway, Athanas’s attempt at acting was about as convincing as a cat promising not to knock things off the table. Seriously, if this guy was angling for a gig in undercover work, he’d stick out like a sore thumb.
Mind manipulation doesn’t work on me, but the real concern is what comes next. What if Athanas or the player behind him figures out I’m immune to brainwashing or forgetfulness?
Cut out my... tongue?
Frozen in shock and horror, Casimir chuckled lightly, as if she found my shock amusing.
“You just have a way with words that’s almost dangerous. It’s worrying.”
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