The moment Calia saw him, she suddenly understood.
Since he was here, all the strange occurrences could be explained.
Calia pointed her sword at the noble before her and shouted angrily, "You actually joined the Scourge! You betrayed Lordaeron and let down your people!"
"Betrayed? Let down? Hahaha..." Hearing Calia's accusation, Bishop seemed to have heard some absurd joke. He stepped forward with a smile. "The Scourge is so powerful, and the Lich King is so great. Why should I foolishly stand in their way, throwing away my life to be buried alongside those lowborn wretches?! Besides, I haven't betrayed Lordaeron. The one I pledged myself to is Lordaeron's rightful heir—the Prince of Lordaeron, your younger brother, Arthas."
"You—"
Bishop's contempt for ordinary people only further inflamed the girl's anger, and when he mentioned her brother, it was as though he had struck directly at her sore spot.
In her eyes, she bore some responsibility as Arthas's sister for what he had done. Her willingness to shoulder the burden of becoming queen and work tirelessly day and night was, to a great extent, also an act of atonement.
"He is not my brother!" Calia shouted as if venting her feelings. "From the moment he killed Father, he ceased to be my family, and he ceased to be Lordaeron's prince. He is only... a puppet and lackey of the undead!"
"And what does that matter?" Bishop shook his head and revealed a vicious grin. "Poor Princess, haven't you understood yet? I simply don't care about that. Back when he was still human, I didn't care whether he was the heir to the throne. I only cared whether, once he became king, he would diminish my power and status."
"And now, I don't care whether he is a patricide or undead. As