"Ah, let me just make this clear first."
The young priest sporting Li Lin's appearance and voice said:
"This is not the true self of that great person, but rather a dream projection created from your memories and personal impressions, akin to a puppet costume."
Sloth spoke in a relaxed manner, yet Roland's defensive stance didn't slacken in the slightest.
In the realms of dreams and the psyche, wielding swords was utterly meaningless, and the rules of the real world were inapplicable here—Roland was already well-aware of this; gestures like holding a sword were merely to maintain vigilance.
Sloth excelled at spiritual attacks and was also adept at lying; he belonged to that class of advanced swindlers who could sell you out and even have you count the money for him. In this world where language itself could be a lethal weapon, it was essentially a playground at his whim. If one followed Sloth's pace, God only knows what traps awaited ahead.
