Looking at the golden rope wrapping around my arm, I turn to look at the idiot who owns the rope. It is a brown haired handsome dude, who has a face that says I am the ally of justice.
He looks naive enough to be the stupid fuck who will shed a year of blessing when someone fucks his wife right in front of him. Nonetheless, he reminds me too much of Mark, and that further makes him irritating.
Yanking the rope powerfully, the idiotic priest is pulled closer toward me, and that forces him to let go of his lasso. He looks at me with shock, and I wish I didn't wear a mask so I could show him my shit eating grin.
"H-How could you break free from the Lasso of Judgement?!"
"Well, it's because I know how to handle the Lasso of Honesty."
"What is that?!"
