Chapter 103: Big Sis Officer Is So Nice

“May I take a look at that cloak?”

Anasha’s hand rested on the silver hilt at her waist, her knuckles faintly pale. She deliberately kept her tone calm, but her gaze locked onto the girl before her like a hawk.

The Regulation Squad’s mission in Brest was to purge the remaining heretics. By protocol, such matters should have been handled by the local garrison—but the Church and the nobles had pushed the task onto them under the excuse that “the number of heretics is small and might cause public panic.”

Anasha understood the perfunctory nature of that reasoning. More likely, the local powers were trying to hide something—but she didn’t care to dig deeper.

She was a squad leader. Her responsibility was to complete the mission and bring her team back safely. The filth lurking in the shadows had nothing to do with her.

Right now, the problem was simple: without concrete evidence, they couldn’t detain civilians at will. Checking the cloak’s design was the safest way to probe.

“Of course.”

Perletti’s voice was soft, her movements unhurried as she removed the cloak—like she was simply handing over an ordinary garment.

Passersby glanced over at the commotion. Some were struck by her beauty, others wary of the Regulation Squad’s uniform. In the end, everyone looked away and continued on. No one even stopped to watch.

Perletti took it all in and sneered inwardly.

So the people here were already used to being searched—or even taken away—by nobles and soldiers at any time. Living on edge like this…

Maybe it was just because her cloak was too eye-catching that she had become their target.

The Regulation Squad… just another group that bullied the weak.

Perletti lowered her eyes, hiding the disdain within them.

She had long seen through the true faces of the nobles. Most members of the Regulation Squad came from noble families—oppressing commoners was probably second nature to them.

Someone like Ilien, who didn’t openly trouble civilians, was the odd one out.

Still, she wasn’t worried about the cloak exposing anything. The one Ino designed was extremely thorough—its spatial storage could only be activated by Gluttony. To these people, it was no different from ordinary fabric.

Anasha took the cloak, her fingers brushing over the surface. The material felt fine, with subtle patterns that were almost impossible to notice unless examined closely.

She inspected it several times but found no obvious markings of the Church of Gluttony. Then she conducted a routine body search.

When she pulled out dozens of gold coins from Perletti’s pouch—her pupils shrank sharply.

“So many gold coins?” she blurted out.

The surrounding team members immediately gathered, shock evident in their eyes. That amount of gold exceeded Anasha’s salary for three months combined.

How could an “ordinary traveler” carry such wealth?

“Captain,” one of the girls examining the fabric suddenly said firmly, “this cloak’s material is unique to the Church of Gluttony. You won’t find it anywhere else.”

Anasha’s heart sank instantly.

A Gluttony cloak, plus a huge sum of gold—this girl was definitely not an ordinary traveler.

“Take her away! Bring her to the church interrogation room and hand her over to the Inquisitor.” Her voice turned cold and decisive.

“Ah? I’m innocent!”

Perletti suddenly raised her voice, her expression immediately filling with grievance. Her eyes reddened slightly.

“I’m really just an ordinary traveler who loves to explore! This money is from selling my family property—I wanted to see more of the world while I’m still young! The cloak was something I picked up by the roadside, I don’t even know what the Church of Gluttony is!”

Anasha had no interest in arguing. She shoved the cloak and pouch back at her.

“Guilty or not, the Inquisitor will decide. Save your nonsense for them. Take her away!”

With a sharp clang, cold iron chains wrapped around Perletti’s slender wrists, the chill of metal seeping into her skin.

Just entering the city and running into this kind of trouble—her luck today was truly terrible.

The church in Brest seemed quite far. Anasha bound her wrists and rode ahead, leaving Perletti to walk slowly behind—like a public display of a criminal.

Perletti subconsciously touched the inside of her cloak. The high-ranking priest badge granted by the Pope was still hidden there.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t prove her identity. Not long ago, Falisa had been engulfed in war, the Church suffering heavy losses. As a high-ranking priest, escaping the Church of Gluttony’s assault and fleeing to nearby Brest would be perfectly reasonable.

But she chose not to.

She wanted to see for herself—when an “ordinary person” fell into the hands of the Regulation Squad, what exactly the Church’s so-called “justice” looked like.

“Hey! Aren’t you going too far?!”

Perletti deliberately dragged her steps, her voice long and sharp like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“You’re riding comfortably on horses while I have to walk behind—my legs are about to break! Is this how the Regulation Squad treats people? I’m exhausted—absolutely exhausted—!”

She wailed as she walked, her voice piercing enough to make every squad member frown.

“Captain, this woman is way too noisy! Like a mad dog—I seriously can’t take it anymore!” a young member complained.

Even Anasha was getting a headache from the relentless noise, her temples throbbing.

She cursed inwardly, what a troublesome woman. If the team couldn’t stand it, she as captain felt it even more—but she had to maintain composure and push forward.

Yet Perletti’s wailing only grew louder, even setting off the stray dogs along the road.

“Stop shouting!”

Anasha suddenly yanked the reins and dismounted. She snatched the chain from a teammate, pulling so hard that Perletti nearly stumbled.

“Ah!”

Perletti immediately quieted, tilting her head with wide, innocent eyes—as if she hadn’t been the one making all that noise.

“Big sis officer, what are you going to do? Are you letting me go?”

“Let you go?” Anasha sneered. “So you can keep barking here and disturb everyone?”

She shoved Perletti toward her horse and pointed behind the saddle.

“Get on.”

“Wow, big sis officer is so nice—you’re even letting me ride!”

Perletti feigned delight and reached for the saddle.

“Who said you could sit in front?”

Anasha grabbed her by the collar and dragged her to the back of the horse.

“Sit there. Don’t move. If you make another sound, I won’t mind shutting you up permanently.”

With that, she mounted the horse, her back to Perletti, her tone full of warning.

Perletti obediently lay against the back of the horse, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at her lips.

These Regulation Squad people…

They looked imposing, but they weren’t that hard to deal with after all.