Some basement in the Plague District of Iron Guard City.
Father Cainko was receiving "treatment" from the Magic Automaton named Heart Lock.
Ever since the Saintess had suddenly raised an army and overthrown the Pope's regime, the Hall of Inquisition had lost the aid of the Choir.
Fortunately, the Tribunal of Judgment was only one part of that vast organization. Father Cainko had no choice but to use the method other nations' inquisitors used to preserve their sanity: periodically entrusting a portion of his memories to the Magic Automaton called Heart Lock.
Father Cainko had just finished his purification when he heard frantic shouting from somewhere in the basement.
"Feng Zhen! Can you keep it down?"
The Negative Emotions that had only just been soothed within Father Cainko were stirred up again by the shouting.
But Father Cainko's warning had no effect. He limped angrily into another room in the basement, only to find the entire room flickering with a faint glow.
It was the glow of the Magic Web. Because of this thing, several of the Tribunal of Judgment's operations had been utterly destroyed.
Whenever Father Cainko saw anyone using it, he could not restrain his fury. But the inquisitor named Feng Zhen was different... she was an experienced Magic Web user.
"Feng Zhen! We didn't come here so you could waste time on these boring things." Father Cainko limped over to the inquisitor.
"Boring things?"
She did not look up. Instead, a group of people standing behind her raised their heads, their mouths all sewn shut with needle and thread.
These creatures were known as Silent Monks... all puppets created by Feng Zhen.
"You spent over a hundred soul fragments attacking the World of Consciousness, only to get brutally thrashed every single time. A loser like you sure