The Paladin Owns the Relic

17 – The Inquisitor (3)

Dimona the Inquisitor glanced at the church.

Clean. Old parts are visible here and there, but it was different from before. There is no place for money to come in, so how did you do it?

Dimona smiled broadly.

“Priest Meerkant, the church has been tidied up.”

“It is thanks to the followers. The number of donations that come in regularly has increased. I remember that it was clearly posted in the report, but…”

“Is that so?”

“Didn’t I tell you to look straight at the report?”

“But a formal report is boring. It wasn’t even in my jurisdiction anyway.”

Dimo I winked at her closest aide. Middle-aged man. Heretic Questioner Radatoque.

The stern expression met his eyes and he nodded his head.

“Let’s take a look.”

“Take them all,”

“No matter what, I have to leave one or two…”

“Oh.”

Dimona nodded her head. She looked up at Radha Talk.

“Ah. Did you forget that I’m the strongest here? Without an interrogator, it’s like nothing. Take everyone with you. I have to interview some pretty and cute juniors.”

“Don’t break it.”

“What about ruining it? Everyone is afraid of me when I say that! You know that the Inquisitor has a share in my bad reputation, right?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Radatorque immediately exited the room. The attendants also all hid their traces.

Since all the obstructions are gone, once. Dimona drank the tea in front of her.

Perhaps because it was cheap, her scent did not permeate properly.

Wow. It tastes awful.

Dimona subtly pushed the teacup away.

“Does Priest Meerkant still like tea?”

“If you drink something warm, you can organize your tangled thoughts, so I use it often.”

Meerkant.

The manager of the ruined branch. A priest who was almost kicked out of the church headquarters.

There was a reason why the lord of this city, ‘Mamelan’, kept him alive. A high popularity that cannot be seen as the same Sun God, and a record without a single spot.

He is clean. Dimona knew that too. But being too clean is sometimes a problem, she also knew.

Integrity and innocence.

At first glance, it’s a good word. However, the perception of the world was the opposite of what it meant.

People in the world do not like clean people. The more selfish and greedy people are, the easier it is to look down on good people.

In a world where it is natural to write and throw away or throw away naturally.

Dimona knew that the church was already rotten. She knew that Meer Kant’s refusal to hold the line, that she insisted on being the manager of the branch that everyone shunned, that she had come from his heart.

But on the other hand, well…

He doesn’t particularly like the type of person in front of him. I don’t want to put respect aside.

A person with no greed like this is no fun. Settle down to a normal life.

“It’s delicious. I also like the refreshments. You don’t have to prepare this much…”

“You’ve come a long way, and this much is understandable.”

“You’re still kind. You say you take in all the orphans?”

Dimona sighed.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t give strength to the will of Ra. There are many places to spend money, but they are limited. I heard you didn’t get any subsidies this time?”

“Isn’t that the role of the judge? I’m fine.”

“Thank you for saying that. The support money going to the branch of the church is intricately intertwined… If you want to get your hands on it, you have to do it properly. But there are so many opposing forces that I can’t do it.”

“Who the hell…?”

“As you know, I’m not particularly welcome in the church. An independent group. Just that level. I’m rejected by the same judges. I’ve been told not to do it before?”

Dimona twisted the teaspoon.

“The reason I’m not kicked out is because I’m useful.”

“…Not so.”

“Ah. Priest. We’re the only ones there, right? You don’t have to worry so much about it. You know the church well, right?”

Jalgang.

The teaspoon colliding with the teacup made a clear sound.

“Sunshine Church is different from before. It has festered as it festers. Inside, there are overflowing people who want to stick straws into their few remaining assets… Outside, they are forced to cling to jobs that have disappeared due to lack of ability… It’s a mess. . Priest.”

“Is the situation that bad?”

“Of course. The money coming into the denomination is decreasing day by day. It’s to the extent that the facilities it operates are taking a toll. If we reduce the size, we can survive for a while, but then the subsidy will decrease again.”

It’s a vicious circle. Dimona stared at her calm water surface.

It would be nice if the inside of the church was as quiet as this.

“On top of that, it’s even more messy now because of three people fighting over the position of cardinal. Well… You don’t have to worry about it, so I’ll stop talking about it. I have a question for you, priest.”

Dimona rested her chin on her arm.

“I thought that if it was the priest Meerkant I knew, even if I applied for the Holy Trial, I would post it in my own name?”

“……”

“There’s no need to hide anything like that. I’m just asking. Not as Inquisitor Dimona, but as a friend. Priest. Why did you name the requester of the Holy Trial as Apprentice Priest?”

“He wanted it.”

“Whether you want it or not, you know the weight of that name, right? This is a whistleblower. It’s like stepping into a court no priest will like. Win or lose, hurt. Is it because it’s a trial that only remains?”

“I applied even though he also knew about it.”

“Why?”

“…That kid said that.”

Meerkant gave a small laugh.

“I don’t want to entangle myself and the child below me.”

“… Ha.”

That’s it. Is it just like that?

It feels like a similar disciple is coming under the integrity and innocent master.

Dimo I puffed out her cheeks. She thought it was fun, but it was just boring. When she got interested, she naturally stretched out. She fell on her desk and lightly touched the teaspoon.

It was the atrocities of a young child who thought she was just proud. I thought she might be hiding something more complicated.

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“If so…But it’s surprising. The priest just listened to it straight away.”

“I thought it would be okay to listen.”

Meerkand drank the tea.

“Because he always exceeded my expectations.”

Meerkant’s praise.

He must be a no-nonsense guy after all.

Dimona forced her body up. She knew it wasn’t fun, but she couldn’t stay still.

Let’s work.

“I want interrogation. Priest. First, apprentice Beverick. Please bring all the evidence you have gathered.”

“I’ll send you in right away.”

“Just in case…”

Dimona smiled brightly.

“Even if you’re a Meerkant priest, won’t you look after me if you get caught playing with your hands?”

“…Playing a prank on the Heretic Inquisitor called Guillotine.”

Meerkant jumped up from his seat.

“I’d rather die.”

. . .

I waved my legs leisurely. Waiting quietly was more boring than I thought.

Beverick, who entered the room first, did not come out even after a considerable amount of time had passed. Occasionally, frightened screams escape the door, but that’s it.

“Don’t be nervous. Just tell it as it is. Judge Dimona is an unusual but upright person. She is a person who will not force the blame for her wrongdoing. There is a reason I called her. “

“I’m fine, priest.”

I have cleared this game countless times. In case you don’t know the personality of Dimona, one of the few main NPCs in the Sun God Church?

A personality that doesn’t know where to go. Besides, Dimona had only one interest. And i know what it is

The door creaked open. There were no wounds on his body, but Beverick, whose cheeks were particularly slender, crept out.

Stay thump. He hit his head on the ground as if he had collapsed from exhaustion. Was he in deep mental pain?

“Zahard Apprentice Priest. Come in.”

The thing to come has come.

I stood up. I waved lightly at Meerkant and Irene, who were looking at me with worried eyes.

“You’re doing your thing.”

Okay.

Let’s go somewhere.

I went beyond Beverick and entered what was originally Meerkant’s room. Neatly organized old books and a bare room without any furniture.

At least, Dimona was sitting at the desk. She may be a b*tch, but her face is very pretty.

“Zahard Apprentice Priest.”

Look at me and smile. He gestures to the chair as it is.

“Sit back. It’s just a necessary procedure, so don’t be nervous.”

I sat down on the chair. Dimona, who was rummaging through her papers, sat me down in front of me, and she said nothing.

Thirty minutes like that. I just sat still. It seemed that a lot had changed, but it seemed that Dimona’s disposition itself hadn’t changed much.

First, putting a person in front of you and then looking at their reaction.

I yawned lightly. Dimona smiled brightly.

“I told you not to be nervous, but you’re really not nervous?”

“Is there anything to be nervous about? I just told the bad guy.”

“…Do you think so?”

Dimona put down her pen. He cupped her hand and brought it to her mouth. Her upper body naturally bends.

Her voice lowered as if she was whispering a secret.

“Zahard Apprentice Priest. Do you know how much weight you put on this job?”

“I know. That means being branded as a whistleblower.”

“As the priest told me, whistleblower is not a word that can be thrown around so easily.”

Dimona raised her hand. Her hands are pretty too thin and white

“Concentrate.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, am I pretty? I hear a lot about being pretty.”

“If you say that with your own mouth, it wakes you up a little.”

“…Waking up?”

Hey, Dimona laughed. He shook her shoulders so much that her tears welled up.

“Let’s get back to the main topic. First of all, the first is that all documents related to Zahard’s Apprentice Priest are intentionally denied. Requests for grants, places to be dispatched to, etc. All of them are rejected.”

“Is it okay to do that in the church?”

“Of course, officially, there will be only the word ‘non-conformity’. This is something that will happen on the informal side. And that’s not the end.”

“What else is left?”

“The second one is that there will be an inspection coming down on this branch. This is what… Priest Meerkant’s problem to deal with? Maybe he won’t catch a star pod, but he’ll go all over the place. Even if it’s a trivial thing, they’ll catch the count and insult the priest.”

“Is there a third?”

“It’s not the third, it’s many. Let’s see…Just a simple count…”

Dimona opened and closed her fingers.

“There could be retaliation… The priests around you gossip… Pressure from the church headquarters… The amount of money collected from the headquarters may increase a little every month. Bullying is basic… And later than you. You may be ignored by the juniors coming in… Priest Meerkant wouldn’t do that, but priests dispatched from the church’s headquarters could treat you badly. Sometimes they’ll even stab you, right? Maybe?”

“It’s a mess.”

“Right. It’s messed up. That’s what the person who requested the Holy Trial for the insiders said. Sooner or later, he eventually left the Order. Besides, the Beverick Apprentice Priest you touched is Bishop Brody.”

Dimona cleared her throat.

“To put it simply…Are you a bishop on the same boat as Archbishop Dwayne? Archbishop Dwayne is being talked about as the next Cardinal. He has tremendous power and great achievements.”

“What about the judge?”

“Me? I’m just an Inquisitor by title, but by rank I’m like a bishop. Under certain conditions, even an archbishop has the power to threaten.”

It was like Dimona to slightly raise her nose. Good. Exactly the same as the battle priest I know.

I crossed my legs. I rested my back on the backrest.

“So what do you want to say, Judge?”

“I’ll give you a chance.”

“A chance?”

“A chance to undo everything. The luckiest thing you’ve ever caused is that I’m here, not another Inquisitor. As you can see, I’m a person with a lot more to do than just doing these things, right?”

Whispers like a snake. As if tempting me

“I won’t gain much by doing something trivial like this. But you are different. For one trifle like this, you lose all your future in the Church.”

“…Then give me a chance to bite?”

“It’s just a case of simple assault. An apprentice priest named Airan was almost raped, so weaving it together and finishing the job with both apprentices Beverick receiving weak discipline. Asking for a holy trial, just excited by a fight. They say it was an inadvertent mistake because it didn’t go away. How is it?”

Dimona smiled brightly. It was a mischievous smile with fangs showing through.

“It will be good for you, and for Beverick. Of course, for Priest Meerkandt. What do you think?”

Looking at it.

To see my reaction.

I knew her. If she doesn’t know, that’s weird. The type of person who mishandles people. She’s a mischievous woman who pokes at nasty people only for her own fun.

But she also knows the law. Being a bad boy means that she is more innocent than you think, and she is infinitely merciful to those who are interested in her.

I also smiled at her.

“You don’t like it?”

“…Yes?”

“I don’t like it. There’s something wrong with you, Judge, but I didn’t tell you because I thought Beverick was wrong. I asked for the Holy Trial to be held for a simple reason.”

“…What is that?”

“That bastard was fighting with me.”

I smiled broadly.

“If I hit you, I hit you. I don’t like getting hit. I’m going to go ahead with it.”

“……”

Dimona opened her eyes wide. Took me around.

“Do you remember that I am the Heretic Inquisitor? Did you lose your head because the information you heard was so shocking?”

“No?”

“You say that you have a holy trial for such a private reason? And you say it even in front of me, the Heretic Inquisitor?”

“The Judge is someone who has the majesty of Ra on his back.”

I shrugged.

“What if I don’t want to lie?”

“…….”

Dimona shut her mouth. Then she started laughing and giggling.

She wiped her tears with her hand. She smiled and looked at me.

“It’s interesting. Zahard Apprentice. All right. As you said, I’m going to hold a Holy Trial. From now on, I’m going to conduct a separate interrogation. Before that, do you have anything else to say?”

“Please omit the name of Irene’s apprentice priest.”

“…Yes?”

I just don’t like things getting complicated.

Um.

That’s all.

“Isn’t that what Beverick said? Irene’s apprentice priest also participated in the assault.”

“…Remove that name? Even if you win the Holy Trial, you will have to pay the punishment related to the assault case separately. If you are alone, not two, the weight of the crime you will shoulder will also increase?”

“I’m going to be beaten anyway, so what are you doing by increasing the number of heads? I want to be beaten coolly by myself.”

“…Puch.”

Dimona smiled broadly.

“I like it. Zahard apprentice. I don’t know how many times I’ve laughed like this. It’s nice that you’re here. Okay. Let’s talk a little bit more. Apart from liking you, interrogation is interrogation. .”

Dimona dropped her clues with a bang. She brushed her long white blonde hair behind her ear.

“From the background of the assault, to Beverick’s usual behavior, we will check everything to see if this whistleblower was really the one responsible. Do you have any objections?”

“No.”

This is pinpoint. I know her words she likes.

“Anyway, that bastard Beverick is a damn heretic, right? I’ll tell you everything. That bastard is cheap even if he dies. Betraying Ra’s name. I cannot forgive you.”

-Show such respect as usual.

I’m surprised. Turn on the blinker and come in. A little.

Dimona hesitated. Looking at me, she licked my lips.

Her eyes changed. From mischievous eyes, eyes that lose focus as if something has gone wrong.

“…That’s right. If all of this is true…”

She smiled sadistically.

“I will break it with my own hands. Because he is the Heretic Judge.”