August 31, 9:52 PM.
Index didn't seem to be able to understand what was going on.
At first, she had thought that the magician in front of her was an enemy, but he had tied Index up without any intention of hurting her. Right now, he was using some thin shimenawa to set up a boundary around her (it seemed like he was just being humble when he had said that rope binding wasn't one of his specialties), ignoring Index completely, and only noticing in passing not to let Index escape.
To a girl, it was disrespectful to be tied up and left aside, but from a prisoner's point of view, this was already a treatment of the highest class.
Torture in witch hunting was like squeezing out orange juice. Basically, it was about squeezing out the body (orange) and getting the information (juice). As for the orange that was squeezed, nobody would care about them. Those who would feel pity for the oranges wouldn't think of imprisoning others right from the beginning.
Of course, there were only a few individuals who could execute torture among the Anglican Church. People like Index, who never had any combat training, they couldn't even hurt others. In fact, most of the inquisitors who attended a 'witch trial' were either hypnotized or forced to drink potions to hide their insecurities. Only a few among the few could interrogate people with a completely clear mind.
Index stared at the magician who was setting up the boundary in front of him.
It seemed like he was a person who couldn't squeeze an orange out.
Was he weak-hearted?
Or was it because...