Chapter 682: One (2)
Originally, the world of mirrors should have been filled with pity.
The Apostle of the Lord and their companions were infinitely good people, and even though they knew that they had to defeat their targets, they would hesitate to swing their weapons at the unfortunate and pitiful beings.
Even if they pretended not to care, their minds would gradually crack, and by the time they reached the end of the dungeon, there would definitely be cracks in their sanity, or so the Pope believed.
In fact, in the events that had occurred earlier, the Apostle of the Lord had shown the weakness of the mind.
No matter how strong they pretended to be, they revealed themselves to be ordinary people capable of being wounded.
Their friends were the same.
They were human.
They felt pity when they saw the suffering, they shed tears when they saw others in pain, they reached out to those who had fallen, and sometimes, in the face of immense hardship, they would even collapse. They were, after all, human.
Though it was true that the noble was noble because of their ordinariness, that ordinariness was a clear weakness, and the Pope was eager to exploit it.
He hoped that at least one of them would break, and even if they didn’t, he prayed that the Apostle of the Lord would still be affected.
"...What is this?"
The Pope stared, mouth agape, at the scene inside the dungeon.