"Witch's Confession has been activated."
As they looked at the dome of light, everyone sensed it for themselves. Other than the mysterious aura enveloping them, omnipresent around their bodies, they felt nothing else.
At the very least, they did not currently feel any urgent desire to speak the truth.
Palishanya and Lushleaf Groot also looked around suspiciously, still unsure what was happening.
Rhein smiled faintly. "Perhaps you still have doubts. Let me give you an example."
Once Rhein finished speaking, his gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on Angel.
Angel felt a chill under Rhein's stare. He was just about to say something to ease his discomfort when Rhein suddenly asked, "Angel, what is your favorite food?"
As soon as the question fell, the standing priest within the statue began to glow faintly. Not long after that glimmer appeared, cunning flashed through the eyes of the kneeling witch.
At the same time, under everyone's watchful eyes, Angel spoke. "Milk. Yes, my favorite food is milk. —I very much wanted to calmly reveal this dietary preference that I had buried in my heart and never wished to voice, but my curled toes hidden inside my socks all showed the embarrassment and unease in my heart."
Before Angel could even process what he had said, everyone had already fallen silently speechless. "..."
A few seconds later, Angel's throat bobbed, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, though his mouth said, "Ah??? The first part was one thing, but what the hell was that huge chunk afterward?"
As the question fell, ripples once again flashed over the priest and witch.
Then Angel spoke again. "There was nothing the hell about it. —Actually, when I said 'the first part was one thing,' I did not truly mean it was one