Under the tense gaze of the Heretical Inquisitor.
The figure walking toward him suddenly halted.
The two stood apart at the ends of the courtyard, separated by several yards, a narrow cobblestone path, and a small flowerbed.
Just as the Heretical Inquisitor prepared for combat, the figure across from him coughed lightly a few times.
"Ahem, was it you who vandalized the Statue of Light?"
The young man's voice was warm and gentle, tinged with a faint, seemingly imperceptible but surprisingly noticeable frailty. Even his posture appeared somewhat frail.
Damn it! He was clearly dressed in thick clothing!
The Heretical Inquisitor maintained his vigilant stance, not relaxing in the slightest!
Was this person truly weak and powerless?
If so, then why step forward to meet death?
Clearly impossible!
