“...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.
Who could possibly punish someone with the power to manipulate time itself?
A Saint wouldn’t even notice that time had been reversed.
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.
… I hesitated at the top of the staircase that plunged into the basement’s suffocating darkness below.
It’s really creepy and ominous, isn’t it...
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?
“…Pardon?”
Athanas loomed over me, his eyes boring into mine. “You looked more surprised seeing my face than when you nearly fell over earlier.”
Leaning against the wall, I craned my neck to peer down the shadowy staircase, staring into what seemed like an abyss ready to swallow me whole.
I decided to explore this branch of the library, kinda curious about their book sorting system.
I wonder how they organize all these?
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.”
As I soaked in the warm bath, all sorts of random thoughts crossed my mind.
Could other players, swayed by the Order, be faking ignorance like me? Are they genuine believers or sly actors?
Ex... husband? And he’s here in the Cathedral?
Wait, you guys got married, divorced, and still get along?
“To be precise, he was someone I married before converting.” Casimir explained.
“That’s right. Once we took our oaths, everything in our past, including our marriage vows, became irrelevant.”