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The rest of your night is not exactly a fun one. For a time, you returned to Marie’s room and worked on reading the papers while she read her novels and picture books. It was during this time that you discovered a rather unsurprising but infuriating fact about these papers. All of them are relatively recent, with none dating back further than three years at the oldest. And many of them are investigations that amounted to nothing more than the discovery of a cult, practitioner of dark magicks, or simple monster. While bookwork has never been your forte, you’re more than smart enough to understand the Lord Inquisitor pushed busy work onto you that more likely than not he simply does not want to do himself… Or get someone else to do.
“Inquisitor Viola… witch coven….”
“Inquisitor Xanathaw… heretical cult…”
“Inquisitor Asher… hedge knight…”
“Inquisitor Leontyne… Stranger… Cheat skills? Ah, Gacha… What?”
“It’s like a slot machine,” Marie says after hearing you mumble to yourself.
“Makes sense.” You say with a resolute nod, “What’s a slot machine?”
“Gambling their cheat skill helps him gamble, probably summoning too.”
Your eyes dart over the document closer and verify that he did indeed summon a maid with strength on par with an adamantite adventurer and that multiple Inquisitors met their ends trying to bring him down. Actually, it appears that this case was caused by a large misunderstanding, as the Stranger and his summons were butchering people who were, as one might say, “scum.” A few simple words of clarity from any of the Inquisitors could have persuaded the Stranger from causing a massacre of a small rural village in collateral damage. But Inquisitor Leontine, as the document states, is a staunch puritan on all matters demonic. You make sure to include that in your report, for as you turn around to look at the demon lying on her bed with a book held above her, you find yourself glad you didn’t attack her at first sight. Asher exists, too, you suppose.
Eventually, as you make your way through about a third of the stack, though only notes on them as you do not have a typewriter in this room, you’re forced to leave as it is late and both you and Marie tire. The next day, however, and the day after repeat the same tedium. At least, there are writing rooms in the palace with the necessary equipment to formalize your own documents.
“Inquisitor Raynor… a corruption ring (not literal) in the army…”
“Inquisitor Leontyne… Stranger gunman...”
“Inquisitor Algernon… a sentient rat…”
“Inquisitor Asher… fell sorcerer...”
“Inquisitor Siegvald… possessed child.”
