Consequence of Power - Modern Weapons Cheat In Another World Kai

Siege of Nashisuto

Imperial Headquarters, South Gate

Disciple Orator Silesia stirred at the passing thought of His name in her intercession and opened her eyes.

"Sister Orator?"

The dawnbringer's disturbed voice brought Silesia to her feet and turned to the congregation. The eyes of victims and the betrayed twinkled in the candlelight, with many more joining the slaughter. Just as the scribes parted their quills from writing His name in the holy book, Man must stop himself before uttering His name. To the scribe, His name was the beginning, for He was Humanity's beginning. He was perfect, and the texts were the representation of His perfection.

"Silesia Rourke, you have committed a mortal sin under the altar of your consecration. How do you plead?"

"Blasphemy."

"On what basis?"

"Of a great evil that was believed to have been felled by the saints."

The dawnbringers glanced once another. But deep within her heart, the feeling that had cursed her thoughts was unmistakable. It was vile. It had wrapped around her neck at that second and left her as if to mock her, to mock Him.

"Silesia Rourke, He is merciful. However, the path to repentance is but."

And just as writing His name with an undipped quill shall turn the holiness of His texts into blasphemy and sacrilege, a dawnbringer stepped in front of her with a palm burning in holy fire. The holy knight's eyes radiated under its pure light bore softness.

Silesia reached for her holster and produced the holy book. The dawnbringer shifted the flame, and her arms locked. Her face contorted as the flame clawed every inch of flesh in her hands and the book she had wielded and vowed upon to holiest in the Sanctorium.

The flame snuffed. Ash shaped in the form of hands twitched, and another dawnbringer hovered a holy light over it. The knights moved away from her sights, and Silesia turned, raising her head to the majestic figure of their likeness wearing a crown of lighting, looking down upon them in the heavens with a humble wooden staff as though a shepherd watching his flock of sheep frolicking the plains and the inquisitor confiscating hers.

"Silesia Rourke, as Inquisitor Extraordinary, I have recognized your instrumental role in the beginning of the Heavenly Crusade. Therefore, rejoice, for your punishment will be lenient and your path to repentance at an arm's length."

The inquisitor handed the staff, and her puppet hands clasped it.

***

Ducal District Office

Kazuya broke through the hallway with a dripping parka in his wake. Guardsmen stationed at the main door opened it to roaring wind and showering water tearing through the foyer, striking him with a chill that stuck to him and coursed through the opening of his clothes.

The AMX-10PC Command Vehicle parked, pointing against the wind and its antenna, braving the winds like a coconut tree. With a patterned knock on the ramp hatch, Ibuki and the crew greeted him with pistols barely flagging him.

She gave room, and Kazuya took his seat at the tight comms station. He set his elbows on the desk and wiped his palms from both rainwater and sweat, but Ibuki had him laser-focused.

Kazuya sighed. "Chitose's gone AWOL."

The rummaging inside the vehicle ceased. The unthinkable happened. Now that Platoon HQ got up to date, all that was left was adding another piece of paperwork back on the pile at the island. Kazuya spun his seat and went back into the rain, and Ibuki followed him.