"I… didn't."
It took a moment for Selene to process my answer.
Her smirk was wiped off from her face, and for a brief second, she looked genuinely taken aback, as if she was expecting entirely different words to come out of my mouth.
Her expression darkened, morphing into a deep scowl. "...What?"
"I said I didn't," I repeated, more firmly this time. "I did not kill the High Priest."
You see, there were two types of Inquisitors.
The first type could peer into your mind and sift through your memories. These were rare individuals, and the ones who could properly control such abilities were even rarer.
After all, delving into someone's memories wasn't just difficult — it was dangerous. If you dove in too deep, you could lose yourself in the process.
I knew that better than most. Just look at how much I had changed after remembering my past life.
Now imagine someone who had to do that hundreds of times over, diving into countless minds and experiencing so many different lives.
