The matter of suing the Inquisition was resolved very quickly.
It was somewhat unexpected.
Lin En had originally thought it would drag on for at least a month or two, considering it involved the dignity of both the High Lords Council and the Inquisition.
Given the usual nature of the Imperium's bureaucratic system, they would probably have dragged it out for as long as possible—dragged and dragged until everyone was sick of it, then dragged it out indefinitely.
Yet perhaps the Lion King and the Regent had teamed up to beat down the High Lords Council and the Inquisition, because the news arrived the very next day.
"My lord, there are visitors." Phoros had been receiving the guests outside when he suddenly came in.
Lin En looked up and saw Phoros standing at the courtyard gate, his expression somewhat peculiar.
"Who?"
Phoros stepped aside.
Three figures in black robes filed into the courtyard.
All three wore hooded black cloaks with silver emblems against black cloth, the symbol of the Inquisition embroidered over their chests.
At the front was a gaunt old man. To his left stood an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, while to his right was an old woman with gray-white hair coiled behind her head.
They looked unremarkable, but they were in fact three Lord Inquisitors of the Inquisition's Inner Circle.
Their steps were steady as they walked directly to the center of the courtyard and stopped roughly three meters from Lin En.
Then, all three Lord Inquisitors lowered their heads.
"Lord Lin En."
The Inquisition truly bore responsibility for nearly allowing the Lamenters and the Mantis Warriors to be purged.
The High Lords' chief deputy and chief had been corrupted by Tzeentch. They had abused their positions to fan the flames and nearly wrongfully killed loyalists. The Inquisition could