In the end, everyone was pleased with the result. Aside from one poor lord who had been forced to abandon his territory and flee with his people, the war had caused virtually no harm to the kingdom. As for Caslo and Reno being injured? As long as they had not dropped dead on the spot, they would not die.
After receiving Wes's confirmation, Ismir crossed the Swift River with her people, face black as thunder, eagerly reclaiming her territory. Although the land itself had not been ravaged by war, the city defenses were pitted and battered, as if chewed up by dogs.
"Where is Sernal?" Reno raised an eyebrow. After all, Wes had returned alone.
"Lord Sernal is here!" Wes puffed out his chest, and a set of illusory silver armor swiftly enveloped him.
"!"
"!!!"
"How could this be? Even if he couldn't win, couldn't he run?" Caslo asked in confusion.
"A Nazgûl died so carelessly?" Dos Antony frowned.
"Lord Dos Antony, I need to remind you of something! He is the esteemed Holy Hero, His Excellency Sernal! Not the loathsome Nazgûl you call him! He was merely a pitiful man corrupted and fallen by the One Ring!" Wes's expression hardened as he coldly warned Dos Antony. At the same time, the hand resting on his holy sword slowly pushed it partway from its sheath.
"Enough, enough, stop arguing! Quiet down and continue!" Reno waved a hand to halt their dispute and gestured for Wes to go on.
"I see..." After hearing the story, Caslo looked at the holy sword in Wes's hand with a sigh. A corrupted paladin had regained his senses at the very end... That was even more tragic than letting him remain forever lost in depravity! It was the cruelest punishment! He could clearly