Chapter 189: Interrogation
Korvin clapped once, and the two inquisitors swiftly entered the room. They bowed low to the Grand Inquisitor, lowering their eyes until he gestured for them to rise.
"The heroes shall begin arriving soon, and I shall have to be there to greet them," he said, "begin the interrogation, and I shall join you as soon as I can."
"But it hasn’t been a week yet. I thought we were-"
"There is no longer a need to wait. I have completed the transfer."
The two gasped, their eyes widening in shock. Korvin flicked the woman the ring, who caught it, clasping it in her hands reverently.
"Ensure she remains unmarked. I expect the Pope will wish to parade her around like the animal she is later. The other heroes may wish to speak with her as well, although for what reason I cannot imagine." Korvin left after his final instructions, shutting the door behind him.
"As you command," the black-haired woman replied excitedly. Her eyes sparkled brightly as she peered into my dull, lifeless face, and she rubbed her hands together gleefully.
"Patience," the older, male inquisitor reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah," she returned, rolling her eyes. Her brow scrunched as she examined me closer, lifting my chin to look me right in the eyes. "When I heard my first interrogation was going to be a hero, I thought it was going to be a little harder. But look at her! She’s already broken."
"Our purpose is to extract information, not break them. Judgment comes from the Divine, not our mortal hands," the other replied soberly. But he ruined the image as his face split into a vicious grin. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it."
She nodded eagerly, then turned back to face me, cupping my cheeks in her hands and drawing my gaze up to her. Despite her enthusiasm, her eyes reflected the cold, merciless way of the inquisitors.