After the Max-Level Wordsmith Became Everyone’s Least Favorite

After being reborn as a useless aristocrat who was manipulated to death, my PhD in psychology has finally come in handy.

They call me a good-for-nothing, so I use microexpressions to expose their masks. They break off my engagement and humiliate me, so one word of “spirit speech” makes everyone reveal their own shameful secrets.

Can't magic measure my power? Sorry, I control the rules themselves.

As the temple priestess gazes at me, the enemy nation's ruler tries to recruit me, and the God of War bends the knee…

I smile. This irresistible-to-everyone role would be better used to tear apart every lie.

Shh… I'm about to expose this world of lies.