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"What do you mean by this?!"
The man standing in the center waved the sharp knife in his hand. He was drenched in sweat, his pupils dilated, his face filled with anger and astonishment. "You knew I was a transmigrator from the very beginning! Everything you've done up until now was an act! You've been amusing yourselves at my expense, haven't you?!"
"Please calm down. We had no such intention."
Beneath a dome that looked as though it had been cast from gold, a middle-aged man with graying temples, dressed in white-and-gold priestly robes, spread his arms. He stopped the people around him from approaching with a look. Golden light appeared around him as he tried to soothe the man before him. "We do indeed know that 'transmigrators' exist, and we have a complete set of measures for dealing with 'transmigrators' like you. Please forgive us for concealing this earlier, but it was absolutely not out of malice."
"Bullshit!"
The man pointed his knife at the bishop who had spoken. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted as though out of control:
"If you'd told me from the beginning how powerful you were, why would I ever have thought of going after you?!"
"If you'd told me sooner that you knew I wasn't the original person, I wouldn't have had to keep worrying about my identity being exposed!"
"You deceived me, and you still say you meant no harm! You were just playing me for a clown, laughing at me from the shadows, watching me run myself ragged worrying about being discovered! You were just waiting for me to make a mistake so you could get rid of me!"
"What are you talking about?!"
The bishop frowned slightly, his gaze still compassionate. But the young man closest to