The Inquisition

"What? He killed the Grey Knights who were carrying out orders in full view of everyone!"

A man wearing a white vintage shirt on his upper body, black fitted trousers and leather boots below, and a bright crimson coat with epaulets thrown over it suddenly rose from his seat, his face filled with shock, disbelief, and fury.

It was not difficult to tell from his attire and insignia that he was a powerful Inquisitorial Grand Master, practically at the pinnacle of advancement within the Inquisition, an institution that wielded enormous investigative and law-enforcement authority throughout the Imperium. He was even qualified to cast his precious vote on an "Exterminatus" and sign his own name to it.

More often than not, an Inquisitorial Grand Master's status far surpassed that of a Sector Governor or an Astartes Chapter Master.

Other than the Adeptus Custodes, who answered directly to the Emperor of Mankind himself, no one in the entire Imperium dared defy them—not even the Terra Council, which held supreme military and administrative authority.

Of course, now there was probably one more exception: the Primarch and Imperial Regent, Roboute Guilliman.

Though above them stood the "Inquisition Representative," the peak of an Inquisitor's career.

That position was more like a paid five-year vacation.

Its primary duty was to represent the Inquisition in endless wrangling with cunning politicians and decrepit old fools.

Thus, Inquisitorial Grand Masters were generally the people of highest status and greatest power within the Inquisition.

Those accustomed to looking down on everyone, to being met with awe and even fear wherever they went, naturally became arrogant and conceited.

In fact, during the first few years after Roboute Guilliman awakened, the Inquisition had even tried to bring him under its control.

After all, no law stated that a Primarch stood above the