Ainz: Learning

A former member of the Black Scripture, a priest of the Temple of Darkness, one of the Slane Theocracy's highest-ranking bishops, a hero who had protected the nation across countless battlefields... the man in the tattered priestly robe possessed an incomparably illustrious status.

With his strength, achievements, and devotion, he could easily have become the Dark Cardinal if he had wanted to.

But he had refused. After retiring from the Black Scripture, he had not entered the priests' council chamber of Holy City Vantis. Instead, he had chosen to travel abroad, continuing to fulfill his mission as an executioner.

Peter had forged himself into an instrument of torture—an instrument that existed for God. He punished blasphemers with flames and iron nails, and even the Theocracy's faithful feared him, calling him a "devil."

"He always acted alone. He needed neither assistants nor companions, at most hiring a coachman," the God-kin Captain said. "I always felt that one day, we would find his corpse somewhere in some nameless wilderness."

"He had always acted alone...?" Divine Chain sounded somewhat surprised.

"That's right, alone. Even back when he was in the Black Scripture, he always operated by himself. Few people were willing to get close to someone like him, because he was too close to death," the God-kin Captain said. "Of course, he had never taken on any apprentices either."

But this time, someone had followed him. And judging by the tacit understanding between them, that girl named Maria had likely been working with him for quite some time.

"You care about that?"

"A little. A young girl who could assist Peter's interrogations without changing her expression was strange enough... It was almost like an 'Iron Nun.'"

"Once we bring those adventurers back to the Holy City, we'll investigate it," the God-kin Captain said,