When I returned to my senses, it was already too late.
Of the "fake" inspection committee, only one remained—cowering on the floor, trembling like a newborn lamb. All around her, nothing but cold, lifeless corpses lay in grim silence.
"...Enough." I sighed, finally stopping the two brainwashed officers.
I lifted my hand and stared at my palm, frowning deeply.
Though I'd had a hunch about it before, I hadn't truly expected to gain access to Cassandra's ability. And yet, I did. It felt... freeing. As though I'd been unshackled from the grip of logic and reason, filled with nothing but elation in the wake of brutal violence.
"So this is how the Crazy Princess's mind operates," I muttered, slowly shaking my head as I crouched down in front of the lone survivor. "Honestly, I'd rather not go through that again. Wouldn't you agree, Ms. Fake Inspector?"
"...!"
