This Inquisitor sure had a lot going on in her head.
A Thousand Sons Sorcerer chirped up on the Transmigrators' channel.
"Ramesses."
Romulus, who was still analyzing how to pull those unlucky bastards out, involuntarily raised his voice.
"Hey, I wasn't reading her mind. You could see what that girl was thinking with the naked eye."
"I meant stop teasing her."
"The three of us are wearing helmets and masks. The one secretly pressuring her with his eyes through all that was clearly Karna."
Ramesses refused to accept that. How did everything get pinned on him? He immediately pointed out the real culprit.
"How is that my fault?"
Karna raised a brow, sensing trouble. His chewing paused, and he immediately dragged another companion into it.
"Arthur was looking too."
"Huh?"
Arthur looked utterly confused.
Everyone had been staring at the Inquisitor, and he figured he should stare too in order to fit in. He had originally planned to take a couple of swings at her, but he simply could not spot the problem.
He had thought his companions had some profound insight.
So they had just been staring for fun?
"I thought she'd been replaced by a Demon. So it really was just the people below misunderstanding her orders and killing someone?"
Smack—
Romulus slapped his forehead.
"Don't make dark jokes either."
That was dark enough already. Just a few words had gotten a whole group of people killed.
"To survive, these people would do anything."
Karna sighed. He had interacted with more ordinary people than the others, and he had also been keeping an eye on the Ecclesiarchy. He could be said to understand the thought processes of humanity in this universe a little better.
This universe's distortion of people truly showed in every aspect.
After that brief bout