After dealing with Carl, Bulon showed no sign of relaxation, but he did not concern himself with Provanse's high-ranking officials either.
These officials had long held lofty positions, enjoying endless glory and power. Now, however, they were like lambs awaiting slaughter, helplessly waiting for judgment to descend.
Bulon understood perfectly well that he was merely a high-ranking military officer and could not interfere in the affairs of the civil administrators. Otherwise, if he handled things poorly, someone would report what had happened here to the High Lords.
When a soldier began meddling in government affairs, even if he harbored no ulterior motives, others would not see it that way.
As for why he had not killed Carl, the main reason was that Carl's value went far beyond that. As a noble, Carl had many loyal retainers under his command. He could personally lead those retainers into battle against the heretics.
Every additional heretic killed was worthwhile. It was better than simply shooting Carl. Bulon intended to squeeze every last bit of value out of him and make him pay a heavy price for his crimes.
The Inquisitor standing beside Bulon had silently observed everything. He knew Bulon's style of conduct well and understood the general's resolve to maintain order within the Imperium.
When he saw that Bulon said nothing further after dealing with Carl, he immediately understood Bulon's intentions. He lightly waved a hand behind him, and more than a dozen Sisters of Battle swiftly appeared on the bridge like phantoms.
These Sisters of Battle wore black force-reactive power armor and carried finely crafted weapons. Their movements were nimble, like a flock of well-trained falcons.
They marched in orderly steps toward the Provanse officials, their eyes cold and merciless. The Sisters of Battle effortlessly took the officials into custody and