Sun Church.
Cathedral, Inquisition Headquarters.
Vickfield was carefully reviewing a case file.
"Lord Farnier's guest list... Why is there a small merchant mixed in with them?"
Interest surfaced in his hawk-like eyes. "Even if he happened to meet a noble, the odds of being invited are still far too low... Para Lov Toman, who exactly are you?"
Vickfield was an inquisitor within the Inquisition, and even its youngest one.
His promotion to work at Inquisition Headquarters was partly due to his conscientious dedication, and partly because of his formidable background—he was a descendant of a viscount who had pledged himself to the Church.
Everyone who had met him was certain that he had a boundless future ahead of him.
He swiftly typed up an investigation request on the typewriter and handed it to a young woman beside him. "Send this to Police Headquarters. Request the transfer of every record on this person!"
"Yes!"
Tenderness filled the eyes of the woman in nun's robes. Hugging the documents to her chest, she bowed and quickly withdrew.
"Hymn Restaurant..."
Vickfield continued scribbling on the paper. "That high-end restaurant ran into trouble several times before, yet got through each incident with ease. That shows a powerful force is protecting it from the shadows... I know it must be connected to the Suppression Bureau."
"Para... Who are you? The Emperor's spy? Why did you infiltrate a ball attended by a princess?"
At that moment, the office suddenly fell silent.
Adelbert strode inside. "Brothers... the time has come to test and prove your faith."
"Praise the Sun!"
Vickfield immediately put aside everything he was doing and made the gesture alongside the others. "Praise the Sun!"
"A group of evil extraordinary individuals has infiltrated Plymouth and is wantonly creating bloody massacres... Track them down, hunt them