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“Yeah, we’ll handle it”, he said. “The two women who are being treated, we’re quite sure they aren’t going to stay human… What’s your advice?”

“The standard practice. Offer them purgatory and if they refuse, give them perdition.” Arnhild pulls herself up onto her horse. “It’s the first time your cell has had to give that offer, isn’t it? I know it’s sad to demand the service of unwillingly corrupted people at the threat of death but it’s the reality. If personal failing leads them to let their corruption change their mind as well as their body, it’s better that they be near someone who can stop them.”

The man sighed. “I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier.” Arnhild nodded to him and gave her horse a kick, setting it in a trot away from the village.

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From a distance, two figures watched Arnhild and her subordinate’s conversation and then her departure. One is the Great Bray Shaman who was leading the ritual, the other is a Succubus. “Are you sure you’ve figured out where she’s going next and what her weakness is?” asked the Bray Shaman.

“Indeed, I think I have her figured out; it can’t be exploited by us married women but I’m sure you have a single mamano to spare.” The Succubus held up an orb. “Just find any number of maidens who like the the energy signature copy in this orb and I’ll help them find a husband and make her into an asset instead of an enemy.”

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It had taken two days ride from that village, but Arnhild had finally reached her apartment glad to finally see the one thing that keeps her managing her stressful job. She grabbed her key out of her pocket and unlocked the door to enter. “I’m home” she announced.

She was greeted by a man in an apron. “Ah, welcome home big sister! I made dinner for us.”

The sight of the one person she could always be open to made Arnhild tear up a little and she moved to hug him. “Ah, Raban, thank you. Big sister was working hard for the past few days.”

“Big sis, be careful” Raban said, lifting the plate to avoid dropping dinner. He led her to the dinner table. “Come on, take a seat.”

The two settled in to eat. “How was engineering school? Did you win the election to class representative?”

“I did, though I still mess up from time to time. I’m sure I’ll be as great as you some day.”

“I’m sure you’ll be far better” Arnhild smiled. When the two lost their parents, they only had each other. Arnhild joined an Inquisitor’s cell to support them, rising to becoming an Inquisitor herself. It’s a stressful job, but thanks to the money she earns, Raban doesn’t have to take a loan to pay for engineering school.

After dinner, Arnhild sat down at her working desk. The worst part of fieldwork is coming back and dealing with the paperwork that piles up while she’s gone. She had a multitude of cells to manage, each with their own members, their own tasks, and their own resources. With the information from this barrage of reports, she is to direct additional resources to the cells as needed and personally intervene in a cell endeavors whenever she judges that it is required. This is not helped by how every cell would consciously or unconsciously embellish the threats they are facing so that they would receive more resources to deal with the problems.

Several hours passed and the fatigue from managing paperwork and keeping alert while a lone traveler on the not-always-safe roads had caused her to fall asleep at her desk. Raban knocked at her door. “Big sister, I brought your tea.” He waited a few seconds but received no response. “Big sister?” Raban entered the room to find his sleeping sister. Raban grabbed a blanket and draped it over Arnhild which caused her to momentarily stir. “You’re gonna catch a cold. Good night big sister.”

“Raban” she thought. “Your big sister is going to work hard for you tomorrow as well.”

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Raban was shopping for groceries in the market, examining the produce for defects and haggling with any merchants when he thinks that he can. After gathering the groceries, he gets interrupted by a voice from behind him on the way home. “Hey boy.”

“Yes?” Raban asks. He turns to look at the source of the voice to see the two tallest and most buxom women he had ever seen. He was of average height for a full-grown man, but they towered over him to the extent that he must look up so that he’s not talking to their breasts. They were dressed identically in a shirt and skirt.

“You’re Arnhilde’s little brother, right?” the woman who got his attention asked. She was more well-endowed than the other with fit arms and legs and her neat and straight hair colored both black and white.

“Y-yes I am…” Raban replies, struggling to not talk to her breasts.