Mistaken for a Saint (2)

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The night two saints were chosen at the Apostolic Palace of the Holy Kingdom.

The Inspectorate, located in the Imperial Palace at the heart of the imperial capital, Sanctum Hill.

An agency that, among the many factions of imperial politics, always maintained neutrality, overseeing and mediating all manner of disputes and scandals while protecting the empire from the shadows.

Put more simply, it was the empire's internal security bureau.

The lights in the office of the chief of Section 3 of the Inspectorate's Intelligence Division still had not gone out, even late into the night.

Clack.

In the office touched by nothing but silence, a fountain pen toppled over and rolled across the desk.

“….”

The fountain pen's owner quietly stared at the pen that had rolled away...