The second those words were said, the leader or Cassandra's entire self seemed to tremble. Her mind was in disarray, she could not think straight, and her entire view was spinning.
Seeing her reaction, Lucen frowned. 'Was that not enough? In the game, just learning a bit of the truth was enough to break the brainwashing. I don't know what else to do. Is she going to break? Should I bring her to Robert?'
Lucen was actually panicking on the outside, but because the Acting Adept trait was always partially active, he was able to control his facial expression very well.
While Lucen was starting to panic, inside Cassandra's mind, a dam burst. Memories, no, fragments of torn, butchered memories—rushed in all at once.
Her mother's arms that were shielding her. Her father and brothers, who bravely stepped forward. Flames devour the ceiling. Soldiers outside. A nobleman's silhouette framed by firelight. Oil, the smell of oil.
