Chapter 23 - 22. The Inquisitor
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In the world of Honor of Blade
Grey Forge City
The winds were sharp this morning, but the Inquisitor did not feel them. He stood on the edge of the Central Plaza, his grey robe rippling slightly as he stared across the open stone square. The buildings around him were silent, casting long shadows from the cold steel sunrays that filtered down.
Opposite him stood a man clad in the distinctive white-and-black garments of the Blind Wisdom—a high-ranking priest, a well-known figure within the Intelligence Agency.
The tension between them was not sudden. It had built slowly, over the last few days.
A corpse had been discovered in the Northen Slums—a man with no family, living under a false name. The kind of person who often vanished in cities like Grey Forge. But here, laws mattered. Here, actions had consequences.
The Blind Wisdom priest had claimed the man was a confirmed enemy agent, a foreign operative working for a faction that had long opposed the city's interests. He claimed swift action was necessary. That the man had been preparing to leave, to vanish with valuable information.
But the Inquisitor was unmoved. His voice was calm, as it always was.
"There is no record of authorization. No warrant issued. No approval obtained. The erasure was illegal."
The priest's eyes narrowed. "He was a danger. Delay would have risked—"
"Intent does not erase law. Evidence must be reviewed. Process must be followed. That is our way."