(Bankrupt, bankrupt!! Renovating the house actually bankrupted me! Fine, instant noodles starting tomorrow...)
Actually, I thought we might have caught an oddball among the Fallen Apostles...
"Actually, I think anyone who survives getting within a hundred meters of your family will sooner or later turn into an oddball."
Viska rubbed her chin. After hearing my remark, this Rogue immediately fired off a jab without hesitation. After spending so long with us, the Rogue Goddess who once roamed the world alone with nothing but a brick and effortless swagger had learned how to crack sarcastic remarks too!
And I realized I seemed to have absolutely no grounds to refute her, because she immediately added, "Look, even I and that old stubborn fool Kenser have been getting a little abnormal lately."
Was there ever a normal person in your God Race Cops Five-Man Team to begin with?!
"What do we do with this guy?"
Suppressing the urge to beat up this Rogue Goddess—mainly because I couldn't beat her—I turned to Sandora and spoke in a low voice.
That oddball prisoner, who looked different from an ordinary Fallen Apostle no matter how one looked at him, was still staring at us expressionlessly. But no one believed that expressionlessness had anything to do with seriousness anymore. More importantly, we needed to pry some useful intelligence out of him. Judging by his subsequent stubborn refusal to yield, though, that would probably be difficult.
Torture? That was nonsense. Even Fallen Apostles were, in essence, a branch of the Shilin Apostles. This was a bug-like race; no matter how severe the torture, it would only be like scratching an itch to them. I didn't believe any pain could be intense enough to make an Imperial Soldier talk. Even when Sandora had just turned this prisoner into a