Chapter 764: Nightmares and Memories
The woman’s arm dropped, her composure fading as her lips quirked into a small, playful smirk. One of her daggers appeared in her hand, and she flipped it, balancing the tip against the pad of her index finger.
A tingle ran down my spine, my tail tensing. I didn’t distinctly remember the curved blade, but something in my body did.
"Of course not, my Lord. But, it pains me to say the entire village apostatized. I was left with no choice but to allow another chance in the cycle. I pray whatever world they’re reborn in grants them a chance to atone."
The high inquisitor sighed, needing his temple with his hands. "Why is it every single village you investigate has nothing but traitors in it? Do you really enjoy wetting your dagger so much?"
"What? I would never!" she cried in mock outrage. "Everything I do is in service to the Divine, right?"
"I’m glad to hear that. Now, I’ve got another task for you. A certain family has been... taking advantage of their contract with the church. House Roseburn. Heard of them?"
Roseburn, another name that tickled my memory, and not in a good way. I could just make out the blurry face of a woman, but not the place or when. Perhaps she’d been one of the nobles at the celebrations the Pope had humiliated me in. Or....
I winced, touching my side. Again, my body remembered better than I, but, unfortunately, that barely narrowed it down. How many people had hurt me there, over the last few years?
"Roseburn, huh?" the girl asked, tilting her head.
The high inquisitor’s eyes narrowed. "Heard of them?"
The other man in the room leaned forward, staring at the girl’s back intently. His hands were clenched in fists, knuckles white. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.