"You might have peeked at some fragments from my mind, but your understanding of those fragments is not as deep as you pretend. You are not as knowledgeable about my past and the otherworld as you claim, are you?"
Lady Allen's expression slightly stiffened; she could only read the most superficial information.
She wisely didn't refute directly, only saying, "What nonsense are you talking about, child?"
"If you could truly read my mind, you would know I am not someone who is easily scared away."
Ron's voice grew more confident:
"Now, let me guess your truth—you are a special extraordinary item, capable of transforming and peeking into some target's memories, accumulating energy by devouring souls."
Ron looked around at the various bizarre items displayed:
"And this 'Maze Pawnshop' is just a trap you set up to collect the necessary soul energy."
Lady Allen's face began to twist, and her voice became less amiable:
