Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World

TL: Etude

Leaving aside the overall reputation of the Foster family, the head of the family, Marquis Foster, was a real power player in the council of fairness.

“Damn, we’ve hit a snag!”

This was the instantaneous thought in the minds of everyone from the Church Purification Squad. They had encountered a scion of a great family, temporarily assigned to the guards for gold-plating his resume…

The man who had tried to ingratiate himself with Queller now wore an expression of embarrassment. No wonder this young man seemed unfamiliar; despite having mixed in Fort Ness for many years, meeting people from both the underworld and high society, he had only ever encountered those of his own level. And today, unexpectedly, he had run into a real noble, making him wonder, was Fort Ness really this small?

“Ha ha…”

Quintus’s companion forced a sycophantic smile, unable to control the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“Lord Foster, we were wrong today. We drank a bit too much. On behalf of my brothers, I apologize and we’ll disappear from your sight.”

He waved his hand backward: “Brothers, let’s go!”

The members of the Church Purification Squad started moving, avoiding Queller Foster’s cold gaze, ready to leave. Liszt, thrown aside by Quintus, stumbled to the ground, gasping for breath, still in pain from the punch to his abdomen.

Just when everyone thought the matter was resolved, Queller Foster gestured: “Hold on! Did I say you could leave?”

The Purification Squad members halted in their tracks.

The same man who had tried to cozy up to Queller turned and asked, “Does Lord Foster have any further instructions?”

Queller Foster, with a stern face, said, “As the head of the guard, I absolutely cannot be negligent in handling public security issues. You all…”

He pointed at Quintus and his group.

“And you two…”

Then he pointed at Liszt and the woman who had been forced to drink.

“Come with me and let’s clarify the whole incident.”

The faces of the Purification Squad members turned ugly.

Quintus pushed his companion aside, as if resigned to his fate, and said, “Lord Foster, I know you look down on us, but please consider this – what would Bishop Elvis think if you arrested us? Though we are lowly, we are still servants of the Lord of Light.”

Queller Foster frowned: “What, do the servants of the Lord of Light not have to abide by human laws?”

“Marquis and Bishop Elvis have always been on good terms. I hope you won’t act rashly and harm the relationship between the two families.”

“I think my father would support my actions.”

Quintus’s eyes shifted, and he suddenly pointed accusingly at the woman cowering in the corner.

“Lord Foster, do you remember what I told you at the beginning?”

“What?”

“We are fulfilling our duty!”

“This again?”

“It’s true! That woman is suspected of practicing witchcraft. I was testing her! If we confirm she’s a witch, we’ll execute her!”

With Quintus’s words, the entire hall was stunned, falling silent.

“No!”

The woman, previously forced to drink, stood up from the corner in terror and rushed to Queller, kneeling before him.

“I’m not a witch~ I’m not a witch! Lord Foster, please save me, I beg you to save me.”

Looking at the girl with tears streaming down her face, her expression filled with despair, Queller Foster furrowed his brow.

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