In a small room full of machines and candles, two people stood around a man with hollow eyes in robes. The man in robes had a staff with an emblem of an eye on top.

"It seems that they were able to find you, master," said the blue-haired female in black and white power armour. She slung a massive spiked ball on her belt.

The armour man with an black overcoat gazed at his follower, his hand on his golden bolt pistol.

"Of course they did, Rem," he told her, fiddling around with a small crest that is hanging on his neck, which formerly belonged to the commissar's cap.

"It appears that there are no changes to the past or present. The mission is complete, Lord Inquisitor Forschner," said the man in robes.

"Understood. Tell Inquisitor Holtz that he has performed outstanding. I will proceed on with the mission here. Tempus fugit."

The man repeated the message and grew silent. Only then Forschner removed his hand from his golden relic bolt pistol. Rem opened the door. The storm troopers guarding the room gave a salute.

"Carry on, troopers," Forschner said with a raspy voice.

"You still remind me of a commissar, sir," Rem joked, making a silent giggle.

"It's lord inquisitor," Forschner corrected, without softening his expression.

"Yes, master."

Forschner let out a sigh.

"One day, I will make you address me proper."

A man ran up to Rem and Forschner to give a report.

"Lord Inquisitor, the heretical guards are mostly cleared by the 22nd Lugnican Regiment 'Dragons' Company under Captain Uriah of House Karsten. The target heretic and a few of his guards barred themselves in where the device is believed to be hidden."

Forschner nodded.

"Well done. You can tell the captain to have his men secure the perimeter but do not enter. The Inquisition will take it from here. Please send my gratitude to Queen Emilia for lending her planetary defense force."

"Roger, my lord."

The guardsman took a quick bow and ran back in a hurry.

"So we finally have him," said Rem, clenching her fist.

Forschner made a slight smile.

…...

"Is the device ready?" yelled the noble with a painted face.

His servants hastily ran around a strange device emitting green light. It was an ancient Xenos technology.

"Almost, my lord!" answered one of his servants.

Suddenly the barricaded door tore open. A giant flail emitting a blue field came flying in.

"A power flail... Haha. Nice touch, Rem," said the noble.

Forschner entered with his weapon drawn. He fired several rounds, leaving all of the servants dead on the floor with shattered heads.

"It's over, Roswaal. The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition is end to put an end to your heresy!" Forschner shouted.

Roswaal spawned several coloured orbs around him. He sent all his orbs at the inquisitor. But to his surprise, they all managed to miss.

"Unfortunately, Roswaal," said Forschner, dusting his coat, "You are against the odds. Hundreds of guardsmen have this area surrounded. You can not win."

Forschner pointed his weapon at the heretic.

"Xenos technology to send someone back in time. How heretical," Forschner spat, looking at the device with eyes of disgust.

"Depend on who uses it. But of course, it's only heresy if I use it, correct? Lapdog of the corpse emperor."

Roswaal drew his bolt pistol. Forschner did not flinch, as if he expected it.

"My master has plans for you, Forschner. You just can't see it yet. The Prince of Pleasure awaits you!"

Roswaal laughed as fired a single bolt round. Forschner moved his head to the side and fired, splattering the heretic's brains on the wall behind him. Roswaal's body went limp and fell to the ground helplessly. Forschner withdrew his relic bolt pistol.

"That one got me last time..." he whispered regrettably.

"Filthy scum," muttered Rem, staring at the heretic's disfigured corpse.

Forschner observed the machine.

"Rem. You can destroy that machine. Leave no trace of it."

Rem nodded. She flung her power flail into the machine, shattering into pieces.

…...

Rem and Forschner made their way out the building. The guardsmen ran in to secure the building along with Inquisitorial Storm Troopers. A woman who appeared to be an inquisitor approached them.

"This is absolutely unbelievable! This is our matter. The Ordo Hereticus have been hunting this man for years," said the inquisitor.

"And so were the Ordo Xenos when they discovered the stolen Xenos technology. Yet this issue became under the jurisdiction of Ordo Chronos when we have learned that the device can alter the course of time."

"Until recently, I was told that Ordo Chronos has been dissolved. How-"

Forschner laughed, interrupting the inquisitor.

"Inquisitor. We have been after this man far longer than you can imagine, if we view this under your superficial perception of time. Our duties are eliminating faulty timelines and correcting altered histories. But our duties are better kept secret to those who do not need to know."

The inquisitor fell silent, looking at Forschner's rosette.

"Oh. And address me as Lord Inquisitor if we meet again, which I presume will not happen."

Forschner flashed his special rosette.

…...

When they arrived at the metropolis of Lugnica, Rem took a deep breath in. The air was foul compared to how she remembered it. City was crowded than ever before, with a lot more humans. The number of abhumans dwindled, as most were put into abhuman auxilia army. However, Lugnica was a lot more forgiving towards abhumans than any other worlds known to the Imperium.

"It's so different here, Rem can not believe its home," she said.

Forschner agreed.

"Of course. It has been almost fifty years in linear time."

"A lot has happened since then..." Rem murmured, reminiscing of the past. Then, the market came into her view.

"Sir?"

"It's Lord Inquisitor."

"Do you want an apple, master?" Rem asked hopefully, pointing at a fruit vendor.

Forschner sighed.

"We must hurry our ways towards the vessel. There is an issue around Charadon Sector. A spawn likely originating from Hadex Anomoly has altered the history of time. The Ordo is in the middle of an internal conflict over the timelines that has been altered, so they have asked us to resolve this issue on our own. Tempus fugit, Rem."

Rem still glossed over the apple. Forschner shook his head.

"I suppose one apple would not affect our 'time'," he said with a disgruntled voice.

The story is finally done. I am definitely more versed on 40K lore than Re: Zero lore, so I geared the story a lot towards that direction. I thank you all for reading this story, especially those who waited a year for an update. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Once again, thank you. And happy holidays!