"Damn Sect followers..."
In the underground level of the Church, at the end of a corridor where only candle flames flickered weakly, an Interrogator cursed as he pushed open the hidden door, stepping out with heavy footsteps.
However, his anger did not last long, disappearing after two or three steps, replaced by a look of dejection.
"I've been at it for almost a week, and I still can't break that woman's self-imposed restraints... Am I really not cut out for this job?" he muttered to himself.
As a member of the Heresy Court, this Interrogator was usually bathed in the fearful gazes of others, and even higher-tier bishops from outside the Church would treat them with utmost respect.
But at this moment, his face was filled with frustration and self-doubt. He was not only proficient in physical torture but also skilled in tormenting the spirit. Yet, the woman in the dungeon made him feel as if the blood on his hands was not blood but something trivial like tomato sauce.
