The Inscription

After reaching a friendly agreement, Leiluo led his troops back to the Undercity, while Fordring went straight to the Scarlet Crusade's camp.

Although the Scarlet Crusade had grown fanatical, that was only when it came to the Undead. They were still reasonable when dealing with other humans. So when a legendary figure, renowned alongside their late former leader Turalyon, came to visit, the soldiers—whose morale had been low—grew excited at once.

But unlike the soldiers below, Taelan and Reno both looked as if they'd swallowed a jar of pickled herring when they heard Fordring had arrived.

"Lord Balnazzar! You told me you'd come up with a way to deal with Fordring, didn't you?! Didn't you?!"

Reno clutched Taelan's arm, trembling as he asked. He was so nervous that he blurted out Balnazzar's name. It didn't take long for Reno to pay for his slip.

"Smack!"

"What are you panicking for?!"

Taelan pulled his hand free and slapped Reno to the ground. But Reno scrambled back up and clung to Taelan's leg. With no other choice, Taelan lowered his head to speak to him.

"Do you want to stand outside and tell Fordring to his face? I told you not to say that name again! Especially not out of your own mouth. If the wrong person hears you, neither of us will escape with our lives. Understand?!

"Fordring didn't come all this way for his son. There's only one reason he's here: to see Turalyon. If we act normal, he'll leave after he's seen Turalyon. So stop being useless. The more normal you act, the safer we'll be. Got it?!"

When he saw Reno nod frantically, Taelan pulled his leg free, straightened his clothes from head to toe, and strode out with his head held high.

"Father, this is Lord