Mimi stopped warily.
Not because that voice had sounded in its mind.
But because...
It was cat language!
That was right!
The language sounding in its mind was cat language-the actual "language" cats used to communicate.
Is there someone like me?
Mimi wondered, but at that moment, its animal instincts chose to trust the voice, and it immediately curled up in the shadows.
And in the next instant-
Black robes appeared ahead.
It was the Inquisition's disciplinary deacon.
Someone Mimi absolutely had to be wary of.
Although he was less dangerous than the two big, armored oafs at the entrance, being discovered would definitely mean a bitter fight.
After all, this was his territory.
Ever since eating that fruit, Mimi had felt considerably smarter.
The disciplinary deacon looked around in confusion.
Just now, he had sensed an unfamiliar presence here.
It should be somewhere nearby!
Suddenly, the disciplinary deacon looked down the corridor.
"Heh, a diversion?
What a childish trick!"
With those words, the disciplinary deacon rushed deeper into the corridor.
Mimi immediately started to move.
But that voice sounded in its mind again.
Don't move.
Mimi instantly crouched down where it was.
A second later, the disciplinary deacon returned.
This time, his expression darkened.
He was certain his senses hadn't been wrong.
But why wasn't it here?
With that thought, the disciplinary deacon headed toward the room containing Mallory's corpse-he needed to question Mallory's soul.
Before, he hadn't wanted to do that.
Not only would it place too great a burden on him, but any answers obtained that way would also be incomplete.
Now, however, he had no choice.
Otherwise, he would certainly be punished.
At that thought, the disciplinary deacon stopped hesitating and strode off.
Mimi didn't move.
Mimi marveled at how cunning that human had been.
Then