"Inquisitor Lord, I—I didn't know it would turn out like this! Please, you have to believe me!"
At this moment, every hair on Dadanier's body was standing on end.
A traveler who had gone out to make his fortune was returning home in glory to help develop his hometown, only to discover that his hometown had become a cult stronghold?
That could get him killed!
"Enough. This falls under the jurisdiction of the Inquisition. Leave it to me."
Duanmu Huai waved his hand, and when Dadanier heard that the other party did not intend to pursue his responsibility, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Really? That's wonderful, Inquisitor Lord. Um... I'll do everything I can to cooperate with your demands! Anything you want!"
"It's simple. There's only one thing I want you to do: eliminate all the Psykers on this planet and establish a complete Psychic Power detection system... You know how to do that, right?"
"...Yes!"
Dadanier agreed without hesitation. Of course, he understood what Duanmu Huai meant. It meant that a full-scale witch hunt would be launched across this planet, and it could very well develop into an unimaginable nightmare. Tens of thousands, or even more, might die in the process. But for the sake of the Inquisition, Dadanier still did not hesitate in the slightest—after all, it was far better than having the other party blast his hometown into pieces with a single shot.
In fact, for Duanmu Huai, the latter would indeed have been more convenient.
"I'll act immediately!"
Dadanier had been able to reach his current position because he was a decisive and ruthless man. On the second day after the First Army's defeat and retreat, he signed his first administrative decree as a Merchant Rogue from his Royal Palace—or administrative manor, as it might