A woman was seated in the reception, prepared to greet guests. Her hair, shining like silver, cascaded softly over her shoulders, while her crimson eyes sparkled with a striking brilliance. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed simply in the robes of a priestess. Her sacred aura alone seemed enough to make one kneel before her without even realizing it.0

If there was one flaw, it was her expressionless face—like that of a doll. She seemed devoid of emotion, almost mechanical. 0

Lord Barcan, sitting before her, gulped hard. “It is an honor to meet you, Inquisitor. I am Luke Barcan, lord of the Barcan Estate.”0

“The honor is mine. Thank you for graciously welcoming me on such short notice,” the woman replied, bowing her head politely. “My name is Aquaz. Though I am but a humble servant, I bear the duty of judging heretics in the name of the Sun God.”0

Her demeanor was exceedingly polite, yet Lord Barcan could not lower his guard.0

Inquisitors were those who stood against the enemies of the Church. They were key figures in the Church’s hierarchy, wielding enough power to obliterate a small village on their own...0