Chapter 51: You Don't Stand a Chance

"I-I see...sounds like the training was quite productive," Remarked Bishop Malachite with a strained smile, while thinking to himself, "Shit! Damn it! This is really bad! What the hell am I supposed to do!?"

"Yes, Father, the Knights gave us a lot of useful advice."

"Indeed, it was interesting to see their perspective, they helped identify areas of weakness in our abilities and instructed us on how to correct them."

"Thanks to their instruction, we can grow stronger and more competent, and therefore become more useful to you, Father Malachite."

It was the 5th of November, 1918, and the Inquisitors had returned to Malachite Town following their training in the Capital. And Bishop Morn Malachite was less than pleased with what had transpired there...