Your Honor, the Enforcers, Take Us into Battle One More Time

The Pope prays, while the Radiant Guard patrols the land.

The king and queen sit facing each other, and the Tribunal serves both sides.

Nobles revel at banquets, while commoners struggle to survive on the dimly lit streets.

Shadows stir in the alleys, and the Enforcement Bureau is forever receiving cases beyond belief.

Supernatural forces pass down their legacies in silence, while witches hide like rats.

In their towers, sorcerers conduct mysterious research. In martial halls, masters teach their refined techniques. Swordsmen stand in the shadows, polishing their blades and preparing to strike.

This world is like a flame, with countless ancient gods turning their gaze upon it.

What? You want to know who I am? How I know all this?

“Welcome to today's morning news.”

“According to the latest reports, Enforcer Jose has drawn his sword against the Cardinal, declaring that the Church has been corrupted and must be cleansed by the flames of order.”

“The Pope responded: Hey, guys, my head's already been chopped off. Could someone help me pick it up first?”

“Heh, the Pope's still as funny as ever.”

“Wait, why is the Radiant Guard banging on the broadcast room door?”

“...Bitch! You're not catching me that easily!”

“We pledge our lives to the Enforcer! Sir, lead us into battle once more!”

“Let's wipe out those sons of bitches!”