Being able to read others' minds just by closing the distance meant that quiet rest had no place in her life. Walking through a crowd was like walking through a screaming storm. Sleeping in a city was impossible without heavy sedatives.
Some in the Church called her ability proof of Sainthood. A divine gift to guide the lost lambs.
'…My ass.'
She gritted her teeth, twisting the massive mana valve in front of her.
She didn't particularly want to tear apart the doctrines of the Silent Vigil. They were the only family she had left.
But her honest feeling? She wanted to grab every pious priest who praised her gift and force them to live with it for one day.
It was certainly a powerful ability. But having information she didn't want to know forcibly shoved into her brain day in and day out was a hardship sufficient to wear down the spirit of anyone.
In the first place, she was strongly beginning to doubt whether the Church was really doing the right thing.
