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Not only the Grand Inquisitor lying in bed, but also Abbendis at his side and Taelan Fordring behind him were stunned by the wonderful scene Roderick had described.

Ever since the evacuation from Stratholme, Isillien had been consumed by endless remorse. Those soldiers who had turned into Undead seemed to be mocking his foolishness. Even the gazes of the guards around him appeared to carry silent accusations.

Isillien no longer even dared to meet anyone's eyes. Countless young, vibrant lives had been turned into dreadful Undead monsters because of his actions.

Lost in self-reproach, he realized for the first time that the Scarlet Crusade was not fighting alone. The current situation might have been perilous, but compared to the day the prince destroyed the royal capital and plunged the entire nation into chaos, it was nothing.

His mistakes might have been grave, but the Crusade's cause had not been destroyed. He still had a chance to make amends.

Seeing Isillien's eyes begin to brighten, Roderick said, "In five days, a meeting of all members will be held in the cathedral's council hall. I hope to see you there. Many young knights have fallen into confusion and need your help."

Roderick turned to leave, then stepped back. He walked over to Taelan Fordring. "I need to apologize to you. Perhaps you are still a flower raised in a greenhouse, but your courage is enough to make you a great warrior."

"Thank you for your good character. You only tried to attack my chest just now. Remember this: showing the utmost cruelty to your enemies is the greatest kindness to your comrades. Do not use that admirable quality in the wrong place."

Though Roderick was not necessarily much older than him, he reached out and patted his shoulder. Such a seasoned gesture