"You still figured me out."
Wakamatsu Kazuki lay on the ground, looking utterly dejected.
He knew he'd been too eager, and his words had given him away.
"I have no ulterior motive. I just hoped to use your power to destroy the Truth Cult."
"You think we're idiots?"
Fang Cheng crouched down too and patted his round belly. "You're the Truth Cult's second-in-command now, living the high life and eating so much you're nearly a ball. Even Second Brother Pig isn't as blessed as you are. You worked for twenty years to reach such a high position, and now you're saying you want to destroy it?"
Wakamatsu Kazuki struggled to turn his head. Gasping for breath, he said, "You're right. I live comfortably in the Truth Cult, enjoying good food and drink. If I could, I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life like this. But that's just wishful thinking. The Truth Cult has no future. They've collected the secrets of so many influential people, and they've already begun secretly profiting from them. Sooner or later, it'll all come out, and I'll go down with them."
It had taken Wakamatsu Kazuki twenty years of hard work to become one of the Truth Cult's senior members. Since he still had a little conscience and some principles, he had always tried to reform the Truth Cult and cut down on its various terrifying rituals.
But many things had been decreed by Pope Kitaryu Shingen, and no one else could change them. That was especially true of the wish-granting business and the use of hallucinogens to collect the secrets of influential people.
After so many years in the Truth Cult, Wakamatsu Kazuki had watched the number of secrets in their hands steadily grow. He hadn't felt pleased with himself; instead, he'd