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The bit clamped between her teeth was left with no marks, let alone broken, no matter how fervently she chewed away at it. She had already been filled with frustration and despair over this matter from a long time ago, but that didn’t mean she felt no regret.
“Grrrrkk.”
Hemoria.
That was her name. She had no last name. As a child, she had a different name and lineage. The moment one joined the Maleficarum as an Inquisitor, their name and surname disappeared, and they were left only with a number as their identity.
While most Inquisitors went through this process, it had been different for Hemoria. She had been different from the other Inquisitors of Maleficarum. She had been an elite acknowledged by all.
After all, her father was the highest-ranking Inquisitor of Maleficarum, the prospective head, the Punisher Atarax. Atarax was an elite destined for a potential ascent to the rank of cardinal should he prove his faith after his honorable retirement.
Atarax had been an Inquisitor as far as Hemoria remembered. Thus, Atarax had no family name, and naturally, Hemoria inherited none.
Her name… was bestowed upon her by her deceased mother. At least, that was the answer she received when she asked her father.
He was a commendable father. She revered and learned much from him, especially in matters of faith. He was a pillar of devotion.
Heretics were unforgivable; pagans needed to be extinguished. Dealing with malevolence and evil often dragged Inquisitors down a dark path. Hence, one always needed to harbor the light within. Even if one’s body was tainted by filth or misused, one always needed to have faith in the light...
Hemoria kept her father's teachings close to her heart.
When she first visited the Faculty of Divine Magic hand in hand with her father, Cardinal Pietro of the academy welcomed her...
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