Chapter 50: Useless Fat Pig
Almeris, Almeria
Inside the halls of the company of the inquisition of Almeria, administrative fortress.
In the middle of a room far too vast for just one man, slouched with zero grace in a red leather armchair—oversized and overly padded—sat Harlan Porco de Hault-Frichet, heir to one of the oldest pig-blooded noble families of the New World.
Recycled into military politics by the sheer weight of his family’s pull.
His uniform strained at the belly, buttons left undone, medals glinting across his chest—decorations he hadn’t earned, not truly.
Major of the eight battalion of Almeris.
A nobleman dripping arrogance, his mustache so finely trimmed it looked painted on.
Stocky, pink-skinned, his jade eyes dull beneath permanent bags. He carried himself like a king long bored of his court.
He wore the red-and-white uniform of the Inquisition commanders, gold trimming catching the dim light.
Standing before him was JudithCrow, hood draped low over her flowing white hair.
Her eyes were closed—not in respect, but perhaps to shield herself from the idiocy before her.