Morgan stepped out of the towering palace and looked back at the magnificent building that symbolized the supreme power of Orin. For a while, I was quite embarrassed in my heart, Your Majesty is old, so old that those ridiculous rats dare to show off their might in front of him.

His gaze swept over the gray-black armor of the undead guards standing silently in the doorway, and Morgan slipped into the Inquisition's limousine. As the limousine starts, Morgan's fingers keep tapping the terminal.

Give concise and powerful commands.

And these directives, once put into action. Then there are some people who may not be able to sleep peacefully tonight, and the Inquisition has never been the only one who has been judged

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