"You... you can forget it!"
After Linsey questioned him, the believer pinned beneath his foot endured the searing pain and rebuked him through cries of agony.
He was a middle-aged man in his thirties with short blond hair. Even though he no longer had the strength to resist Linsey's suppression, his brown eyes still burned with fury.
Slash—
Linsey did not waste words.
He drew his longsword, switched to the title Blade of Emotion, and drove it into the struggling believer's chest.
"Urgh, aaah!"
"What... what did you do to me? Let me go!"
"You... you damned villain! Kill me! I will never betray my faith!"
The believer beneath Linsey's foot continued struggling with all his might, though his strength steadily weakened.
But the torment of emotion could not make him submit.
As the one who had launched the attack, Linsey could sense the other man's condition through his perception of source material.
The radiance of the believer's will was tightly wrapped around the depths of his source material.
In ordinary terms, this was a fanatic.
The chances of making him talk through physical or mental torture alone were slim to none.
"If interrogation will not work, then a way to force someone to speak..."
Before Linsey could finish, Rota moved closer from behind him.
"Commander, I can make him speak obediently."
"Oh?!" Since Rota had such an ability, Linsey naturally welcomed it. "Then make him talk immediately!"
Rota nodded slightly and circled around Linsey's left side to stand in front of him.
She crouched before the still-wailing believer and placed her hand against his temple.
"Urgh? Urgh! Urgh, urgh, urgh..."
The believer's body suddenly jolted.
After a flash of incredulous shock passed through his brown eyes, his pupils rolled upward, exposing the whites. His whole body began convulsing violently