Lothar looked at the tall spears planted atop the city walls, heads impaled upon them, and frowned slightly.
Leopold, standing beside him, did not think much of it. In wartime, any method that could effectively crush the enemy's morale was a good one. Stringing up a few heads was hardly worth making a fuss over.
"Who did this?"
"Captain Murphy."
Lothar quickly recalled the young knight who wielded a flail and stood head and shoulders above the rest in his talent for Holy Radiance.
The young man had once been a Christian attacked by Saracen pirates. After his village had been burned and looted, he had suffered greatly as a slave in the court of a Saracen noble in Alexandria. When Lothar's army liberated the Christian slaves in the city as was customary, he had enlisted along with them.
He sighed softly and said to Jeanne beside him, "Hatred can also give rise to powerful Holy Radiance. No wonder your world once produced a band of lunatics who were always burning people at the stake."
Yesterday's Great Ship had more monsters, as well as all manner of evil spellcasters. Countless people had died at their hands, and many of the dead's relatives had joined knightly orders, driven by hatred to soar in strength and achieve Rapid Advancement.
This had also indirectly led to witch hunts on a far greater scale, affecting far more people than those in reality.
After all, Yesterday's Great Ship truly had Witches.
Jeanne could not help knocking on Lothar's helmet.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Lothar came back to his senses and said somewhat sheepishly.
Strictly speaking, Jeanne was also one of the victims of those witch hunts. During her trial, she had been charged with "witchcraft," "cross-dressing," and "heresy."
"Sew his head back onto his body and