On the Dataslate, a pink light illuminated, and Sorine looked at the screen with a puzzled expression.
The expression was completely different from what Lynn had expected. He immediately flipped the screen over and found it was a looping heart animation.
"Damn it, why is it this!" Lynn cursed inwardly.
After coughing awkwardly a few times, Lynn finally started playing the main feature.
The scene opens with the battlefield of the Forbidden Wall, where several Orks scavengers are hammering and tinkering around a pile of scrap metal.
No one noticed the silver figure that flashed through the shadows.
The next second, a green Psychic Power blade slashed through the darkness, and the scavenger collapsed in the snow before he could even scream.
Immediately afterwards, the human soldiers in the distance fell to the ground silently, and black flames ignited without warning.
Every frame was a "perfect silence" orchestrated by Sorine herself.
Her movements were swift and ruthless, clad in silver Aeldari light armor, wielding a scythe of death amidst black flames.
The video finally freezes on a single frame, showing her about to turn and leave.
On the breastplate was a red and silver rose badge, the symbol of the Inquisition's orthodoxy.
It was a belief etched into her very bones, which seemed completely out of place with the Xenos equipment she had just worn.
Sorine's pupils contracted sharply, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
The Inquisitor's greatest pride is that he always stands on the high ground, looking down on the heretics.
But now, the evidence of her own crimes is laid bare before her, nailing her to the pillar of shame.
Lynn gently put the Dataslate back, her tone indifferent. "Have you finished looking at it?"
Sorine did not answer, her eyes staring blankly ahead.
Lynn leaned closer, his purple eyes meeting hers.
"Madam Inquisitor, your mentor, Abel Varo, is unaware that you are using such heretical methods, is he?"
Sorine's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became rapid.
Abel Varro, this name was an obsession in her heart.
He was the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, who spent his life fighting against Xenos and Chaos, and he deeply abhorred anything tainted by heresy.
And she was his most prized disciple, the "purest potential" in his eyes.
Lynn looked at her face, which turned deathly pale, and said with a hint of wicked amusement:
"He's so orthodox. If he knew that his most prized disciple was wearing Xenos armor, wielding Xenos weapons, and burning the Imperium's people with Psychic Power black flames..."
He paused deliberately, allowing those horrific images to take root and sprout in Sorine's mind:
"Tsk tsk tsk, he'll be really annoyed, won't he?"
"No, it can't be..." Sorine finally managed to utter a sound.
The image of her mentor appeared in her mind, those calm gray eyes.
purely.
He said she was the purest potential judge.
If he knew the truth, what would those two words become? Shame? Deception? Betrayal?
The thought sent a chill down Sorine's spine.
Lynn continued, "Who knows, we might become enemies."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lynn and Rena on his shoulder both burst into laughter.
Lynn loosened his control over her and began to admire his masterpiece with Rena.
Sorine's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
Tears streamed down her face, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
She could no longer maintain her Inquisitor's pride; her shoulders trembled violently, and she let out a helpless sob.
The heretical Inquisitor held the power of life and death disappeared, leaving only a girl whose deepest wounds were reopened.
The fear that had been suppressed for years was released in the cold carriage.
She slid down the side of the carriage and knelt on the cold metal floor, her voice hoarse and barely audible:
"Please, please stop talking, please don't tell him..."
Lynn and Rena was perched on her shoulder, tilted their heads in unison.
He didn't respond immediately, letting Sorine kneel on the ground and cry for more than ten seconds, allowing despair and fear to fester in her heart.
Then, he leaned down, reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head.
In her proud, crimson eyes, only an intense, unyielding plea remained.
"If you don't want your advisor to find out about this..." Lynn's gaze was icy.
"You must obey my every command, do you understand?"
Upon hearing the words "obey orders," the pleading in Sorine's eyes was instantly replaced by anger, and she gritted her teeth:
"Don't even think about it, you despicable heretic! Just wait, the God-Emperor will punish you!"
She thought Lynn would get angry and use even crueler methods to coerce her.
But Lynn didn't; he just sighed softly and let go.
Then, he raised his hand and slapped Sorine hard across the face.
A loud "smack" rang out in the cramped carriage.
Sorine was knocked to the side, her cheek instantly swelling and bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
Sorine froze, not because of the excruciating pain, but because of Lynn's gaze.
There was no mockery or smugness in his eyes, only anger at being insulted.
"Heretical?" Lynn's voice was cold, devoid of its previous mockery.
"Go ask the nobles, soldiers, and commoners of Brevis, even the savages of the frozen plains outside the city."
Lynn turned around, her purple eyes gleaming brightly. "Who is the real heretic?"
He strode up to Sorine, grabbed her by the neck, lifted her off the floor, and slammed her against the cold carriage wall.
Sorine struggled to breathe, her face flushed red, but she stared intently at Lynn.
"Let's see if they think I, the governor who received the Emperor's baptism, fed them, led them to victory against the Orks, and protected Brevis, am a heretic."
Lynn's other hand ripped open her breastplate, revealing a Blackstone amulet hidden inside, its surface shimmering with a dark purple luster.
"Or is it you, covered in Xenos technology, a 'spy' who only knows how to sneak around and steal, who's a heretic!"
He casually slammed Sorine back onto the floor.
Lynn pulled out the relic -Bolt Pistol he always carried from his waist.
The gun is engraved with the wings of Emperor, and a note is affixed to the grip: " Purity Seal ".
He reached out and tore off the seal, throwing it fiercely onto the Blackstone amulet on Sorine's chest.
The moment the two made contact, golden flames ignited, and the prayers on the seal emitted a dazzling light.
Golden flames covered the Blackstone amulet, emitting a piercing hissing sound.
Sorine stared wide-eyed at the golden flame burning on her chest, feeling somewhat bewildered.
Just then, a familiar light purple system interface suddenly popped up at the edge of Lynn's field of vision:
[QTE: Choice at the Crucial Moment]
Your actions have completely broken down the target's psychological defenses.
Currently available path for establishing bonds, please select:
[Option A: Shine my shoes! (For a close friend)]
[Option B: Obey me obediently, or I'll tell your mentor (NTR)]
Lynn's gaze lingered on the options for a second, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips.
He chose...
[Option A]!
Lynn raised his military boots and held them out to Sorine:
"Shine my shoes." (French slang)