Chapter 51: You Don’t Stand a Chance
"I-I see...sounds like the training was quite productive," Remarked Bishop Malachite with a strained smile, while thinking to himself, "Shit! Damn it! This is really bad! What the hell am I supposed to do!?"
"Yes, Father, the Knights gave us a lot of useful advice."
"Indeed, it was interesting to see their perspective, they helped identify areas of weakness in our abilities and instructed us on how to correct them."
"Thanks to their instruction, we can grow stronger and more competent, and therefore become more useful to you, Father Malachite."
It was the 5th of November, 1918, and the Inquisitors had returned to Malachite Town following their training in the Capital. And Bishop Morn Malachite was less than pleased with what had transpired there...
"That’s, uh, that’s very encouraging, I look forward to seeing the results of this training," Nodded the Bishop, before adding with a tense smile, "So, about this letter addressed to me...why exactly did the Commander send it?"
"Hm? Oh, she didn’t tell us, she simply asked us to deliver it to you."
"Is something wrong, Father? Is there an issue in the contents of the letter?"
"N-no, nothing like that, I was just, uh...I was just curious why the Commander of the Knight Order would write to a lowly Bishop such as myself," He replied as he did his best to maintain a calm front, as he thought to himself, "This is really bad! Why? Why the hell is the Commander requesting an audience with me!? No matter how I slice it, there’s only one plausible explanation...it must be regarding the girl, Ravella. She must have roused the Commander’s suspicion. Damn it...!"
"Are you alright, Father? You seem a bit on edge."
"O-oh, yes, I’m fine, just feeling a little under the weather, that’s all. Excuse me, I’ll be retiring to my quarters to get some rest," He responded, briefly glancing at Ravella before turning around and walking away with a grimace.