“At the words ‘Reincarnator, Cien Mirmord,’ my face was filled with confusion.

Until now, no one knew the fact that I am a reincarnator.

However, after the Pope cast a spell called ‘Mind Restraint,’ he grasped the fact that I am a reincarnator.

‘Could it be that he can read my mind just by looking into my eyes?’

Just in case, I quickly closed my eyes.

Then, with closed eyes, I asked him.

“Hey, you! What’s your identity? Are you reading my mind right now?”

I heard the Pope’s chuckling and Axel’s tongue-clicking simultaneously.

“So arrogant.”

“It’s Matthias’ daughter. Arrogance is to be expected.”

‘Do they have to go this far? Anyway, these are incredibly unlucky bastards…!’

I felt the urge to pulverize those wicked people into dust as soon as I left here. But then, the Pope smiled gently and said,

“It’s you who’s unlucky, Cien.”

“Do you even read that? Disgusting!”

“Of course, I can read intense thoughts and the past. But Cien Mirmord, closing your eyes is foolish. I can still read some thoughts even without seeing your eyes.”

As the Pope’s voice, sounding like he became an almighty god, filled with chuckles, I opened my eyes again.

“Well, then, open your eyes. Okay, listen, Pope. You kidnapped me, right? And yet, you call yourself a Pope who embraces everyone? Truly hypocritical!”

“Oh, what a pitiful little lamb we have here. This little lamb should be grateful when I lower myself to hypocrisy.”

The Pope’s face, which had been mildly smiling, instantly turned serious. Grasping my chin, he whispered. This time, it wasn’t a polite language to mock hypocrisy, but rather a subtle informal language.

“Do you know what is engraved on your hand?”

“…”

At that moment, I understood everything.

The characters that were written as ‘Mind Restraint’…

“Yeah, I can read your mind. I borrowed the power of God.”

They were planning to read a part of my mind.

Up to this point, I hadn’t expected this, and now I looked at Axel, who had approached the Pope, biting my lips.

“Coward! Trash!”

“Whether it’s cowardly or whatever, if I can get rid of Matthias Mirmord based on you as a hostage, it doesn’t matter. Now, think about it. About the weaknesses of Mirmords.”

I glared at them with a hardened complexion.

Throughout, there was something I had been curious about. Since they were right in front of me, I decided to try probing my inner thoughts.

“Why do you have to go this far? Can’t you just coexist? Always poking as if Mirmords are the embodiment of evil, as if they should be eradicated!”

“It’s quite interesting.”

Axel smirked.

“I also like massive chaos and evil. In the process, no matter what happens, whether a brat like you dies and disappears, it doesn’t matter much.”

I closed my eyes tightly and thought of something else.

‘Hate it. I won’t think about it. I’ll think about something else.’

I could barely control my thoughts. But even that was a mistake.

Axel grabbed my chin and slapped my cheek. There was a sound of burning on my cheek. Even though I had been brought here many times and was hit several times, the feeling of becoming accustomed to it did not come.

However, at that moment, the Pope grabbed my hand.

“Ah…”

My plan was exposed.”
I bit my lips tightly and avoided looking at the Pope, lowering my gaze. However, the Pope burst into a mocking laughter.

‘This wasn’t part of my plan…’

As I hesitated and floundered in confusion, the Pope chuckled and whispered, “Ah, this wasn’t part of my plan, you said. Did you have a plan to enter here?”

His words were right. I had intended to come in here. I bit my lips and tried to stop my thoughts.

But thinking, in its essence, was like that. When you tried to think about something else, it kept coming back to the original thought. I tried to empty my mind and constantly thought about something else.

‘I didn’t know my thoughts could be read. Let’s think about something else. Pope, you’re ugly. Like an octopus head. Looks like you’ll go bald soon. Grow, hair, grow.’

Suddenly, the Pope’s expression contorted horribly.

He looked at me, grabbing my chin straight. I tried to move rebelliously.

It was quite a violent struggle, enough to leave wounds on my body from the tightly bound ropes all over my body.

But…

“You’re doing useless things, Cien Mirmord.”

To everyone here, my struggling was nothing more than trivial. However, right then, the Pope brought his hand to my forehead and muttered something, cupping my throbbing carotid artery.

“Oh, this. Just a moment.”

“What?”

His hand began to tremble spasmodically. I raised my eyebrows at the sudden change in the Pope’s atmosphere.

It seemed like the Pope wasn’t the only one who felt something strange. Axel Mirmord, who had been watching me being tormented with a mocking smile, also expressed doubt and asked, “Why are you suddenly like this? If it’s bothersome, just kill him.”

However, unaffected by Axel’s words telling him to ‘just kill if it’s bothersome,’ the Pope continued to hold my hand. It was a completely different touch from before.