I’Ll Protect My Tyrant Dad! [EN]: Chapter 102

102. Who the Heck Is That Person?

2023.11.21.

My face was filled with utter bewilderment at the words, ‘Reincarnator, Cien Mirmod.’

Until now, no one knew that I was a reincarnator.

But after the Pope cast the ‘Mind Shackles’ spell on me, he figured out that I was a reincarnator.

‘Could he be reading my mind by looking into my eyes?’

Just in case, I quickly closed my eyes.

And with my eyes closed, I asked him,

“Hey, you! Who are you? Are you reading my mind right now?”

The Pope’s giggling and Axel’s clicking of his tongue were heard simultaneously.

“How insolent.”

“She is Matthias’s daughter, after all. She can’t help but be insolent.”

‘Did you just insult my dad? Seriously, these guys are incredibly annoying…!’

The thought of grinding those evil bastards into dust as soon as I got out of here surged within me. Then, the Pope said with a gentle smile.

“The one who’s going to be annoyed is you, Cien, isn’t it?”

“You can even read that? Disgusting!”

“Of course, I can read intense thoughts and the past. But Cien Mirmod, closing your eyes is a foolish thing to do. I can read some of your thoughts even without looking into your eyes.”

I was furious at the Pope’s voice, as if he were an omnipotent god, so I opened my eyes wide again.

“Then I’ll just open my eyes. Alright, listen up, Pope. You kidnapped me, right? And you’re still a Pope who embraces everyone? You’re so hypocritical!”

“Oh, what a pitiful lamb. This lamb should be grateful that I’m even pretending to be a hypocrite…”

The Pope’s subtly smiling face instantly flared up. He lifted my chin and whispered. This time, it wasn’t the polite language of hypocrisy, but a subtle informal tone.

“Do you know what’s engraved on your hand?”

“……”

At that moment, I realized everything.

The letters that read ‘Mind Control’…

“Yes, I can read some of your mind. I borrowed the power of God.”

They were planning to read a part of my mind.

I hadn’t anticipated this, and I bit my lip as I looked at Axel, who had approached the Pope.

“That’s cowardly! You trash!”

“Cowardly or not, if we can eliminate Matthias Mirmod based on you as a hostage, then so be it. Now, think about it. Tell me about Mirmod’s weaknesses.”

I glared at them with a pale face.

There was something I had been curious about all along. Since they were in front of me, I was going to probe their true feelings.

“Why do you go so far? You guys? Can’t we just coexist? You keep bothering him as if Mirmod is the axis of evil that needs to be eradicated!”

“How amusing.”

Axel raised the corners of his mouth in a sneer.

“I, too, enjoy great chaos and evil. In the process, whatever happens, whether a little brat like you dies and disappears, I don’t really care.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again.

Axel grinned.

“Stop? Why should I?”

“…I warned you to stop.”

Axel tilted his head at my gaze. His eyes, looking at me, were filled with all sorts of ecstasy.

At that moment, I felt more uneasy than when I was being beaten and strangled. The Axel Mirmod I had met so far was not someone who would be so ecstatic.

Soon, a barrage of questions began.

“Who are Mirmod’s people who can protect you? Tell me about their weaknesses.”

They must be planning to inquire about the weaknesses of the people around me. I shook my head, thinking wildly in my mind.

‘I don’t want to. I won’t think about it. I’ll think about something else.’

I managed to control my thoughts. But that, too, was a mistake.

Axel grabbed my chin and slapped me across the cheek. The sound of a smack rang out, and my cheek burned. It was a sensation I couldn’t get used to, even after being dragged here and hit several times.

But then, the Pope grabbed my hand.

“Ah…”

My plan was exposed.

I bit my lip and lowered my gaze, trying not to look at the Pope. But the Pope burst into mocking laughter.

‘This wasn’t in my plan…’

As I panicked and wavered, the Pope sighed and whispered.

“Ah. You said this wasn’t in your plan. I guess you had a plan to come in here?”

He was right. I had been trying to get inside this place. I bit my lip, trying to stop thinking.

But that’s how thoughts usually are. If you try to think about something else, you keep coming back to the original thought. I tried to empty my head and constantly think about other things in my mind.

‘I didn’t know they could read my thoughts. Let’s think about something else. Pope is ugly. Octopus head. He’s going to lose his hair soon. Grow, hair, grow.’

Instantly, the Pope’s eyes twisted horribly.

He grabbed my chin and looked me straight in the eye. I tried to move my body in protest.

The ropes tightly binding my body were quite violent, to the point of injuring me.

But…

“You’re doing useless things, Cien Mirmod.”

To everyone in this place, my struggles were just trivial. But right then, the Pope brought his hand to my forehead and chanted something.

“It’s useless to resist.”

“……”

“So, there’s no need to resist.”

I glared at the Pope with bloodshot eyes and said.

“…Damn it, shut up!”

As he said, my resistance was futile. The Pope read my memories and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

“Ah, so you do know the future, and you’ve been doing some pretty interesting things.”

I winced in pain and muttered at him.

“You too? What does that mean?”

But the Pope didn’t seem to want to answer me. His hand gracefully swept down my forehead and the back of my hand. There was no room to move my body violently.

The Pope frowned as he brought his hand to the throbbing carotid artery in my neck.

“Oh, my. Just a moment.”

“…What?”

His hand began to tremble spasmodically. It seemed that I wasn’t the only one who felt that the Pope was strange. Axel Mirmod, who had been watching me suffer with a giggle, also asked with a questioning hum.

“Why is he suddenly like that? If it’s annoying, just kill her.”

But the Pope, unfazed by Axel’s words, ‘If it’s annoying, just kill her,’ gripped my hand, unlike before.

At that moment, it felt like my hand was on fire.

“A sacred ability user of noble blood, who uses a sword. Moreover, awakened to protect someone precious with all her ‘sincerity’…”

The Pope looked at me with a trembling voice. His eyes began to shake madly. It was not the same as the Pope who had been pretending to be calm, hypocritical, and putting on a kind voice all along.

I looked at the Pope with a bewildered expression. The sight of the mustache on the corner of his mouth trembling was really annoying.

But the Pope seemed too overwhelmed to even read my thoughts, and he squeezed his heart and whispered.

“There’s such a thing in the world. As expected, God has blessed this temple. He has finally given us the opportunity to kill all the evils.”

“…What? Why do you have such an annoying expression?”

I glared at him and bit my lip several times.

But he never showed any discomfort, even while listening to my impudent tone. Rather, he was…

‘He looks like he’s forgotten I’m even here.’

He was looking down at his hand with a blissful smile.

“Finally, I have obtained a hint about the one God has revealed.”

I could feel his voice trembling.

‘Something’s wrong. That kind of expression is even more ominous…’

It wasn’t that he was happy to be torturing me. Seeing the Pope happy made me feel uneasy.

It was a different level of ominousness than when he read my thoughts earlier.

‘Why…’

Looking at me biting my trembling lip, the Pope smiled.

“Yes, I should have kidnapped that person instead of kidnapping you…”

“What?”

Hearing the Pope’s mutterings made me feel strangely ominous.

I thought he was crazy to begin with, but listening to the voice he was making now made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“The one who satisfies all these conditions is coming.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

But he didn’t answer me.

Trapped in his own world, he was busily pacing around the room. Going to the right, then to the left…

It was even making me feel dizzy, but he didn’t seem to know how he was moving.

I narrowed my brows slightly and listened to the Pope’s muttering voice.

“Finally, when that person comes… the world that God has given will open. The gates of heaven will open, and those who hate God will all die. That person is the great one who came down for us. Oh, such a perfect thing in my generation…”

The way he was rambling incoherently really looked like a madman.

I blurted out my thoughts.

“What, really? Shut up. You’re making me dizzy.”

“Ah… That’s right. I’ll answer you when the altar is complete. You were a very good, excellent hostage. Cien Mirmod. Anyway, you’ll be killed by that person’s hand.”

I sarcastically mocked the Pope.

“Really? I don’t think Melodia wants the altar to be completed already? Is it okay to do that?”

I said that because I knew the Pope felt inferior to Melodia.

But the Pope did not react to my taunt, which was mixed with the premise that ‘you are Melodia’s puppet.’

Instead, he smiled.

“Ah, anyway…”

He smiled and tilted his head mockingly at me, who was tied up.

A thin, white stream of light flowed from the tips of his fingers, and soon summoned a flame that blazed next to me.

It looked like an altar for a witch hunt, for a burning at the stake.

“This is, a burning at the stake?”

The Pope bit his lip and replied ecstatically.

“Yes, I will burn the great one at the stake. So that that person can be refined and appear before us.”