Aquaz leaned back against the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. She felt drained. It had been a long time since she had felt this exhausted. Her unshaken mind, which had resisted countless curses, hatred, words of apostasy, and even demonic whispers, had finally reached its limit after less than an hour of conversation with the barbarian.0

The barbarian from the White Snowfield, huh… Even the thought of it made her head spin. She found herself wishing that he had simply been the subject of the divine oracle.0

“You seem troubled,” Lord Barcan remarked, sitting across from her. He was chuckling lightly as he lifted his teacup. He was deeply intimidated by Aquaz, the Inquisitor of the Sun God—a figure of great renown and countless accomplishments.0

While her individual strength might not rival Swordmaster Kain’s, she carried the unique status of a devout servant of the divine. Moreover, as an inquisitor, she was a tool of her god, someone who had executed and dealt with countless heretics.0

To Lord Barcan, Aquaz appeared less like a fellow human and more like a transcendent being. However, seeing her react to the barbarian in a way similar to his own gave him a sense of shared humanity.0

Aquaz finally spoke. “Who is he?”0

“I don’t know. He showed up on the estate not long ago and has been living here ever...0