Monastery Secrets

"Your new outfit is truly beautiful, Bridget." Roderick looked at the female knight beside him and complimented her. The Scarlet Crusade leader's golden armor had indeed drawn everyone's attention.

Its overall style was primarily gold accented with red, perfectly suited to a paladin. The shoulder design was especially outstanding: a sharp sword pressed tightly against a golden holy tome, symbolizing the true meaning of a paladin—using the sword to protect the Holy Light.

Abbendis could not help curling her lips at Roderick's praise. This armor had been painstakingly designed by the armor masters of Tyr's Hand, the result of months of hard work by countless craftsmen.

With its brilliant design and exquisite craftsmanship, this near-perfect knight's armor not only greatly improved her defenses but had also been blessed by the Holy Light. Her Judgment spells now flowed far more smoothly than before. Only Roderick would praise her beauty to her face, and only his praise could make her so happy.

"So you mean only the armor looks good?"

"No, that wasn't what I meant. I meant that you, Abbendi

s Bridget, were the prettiest girl."

"Such sweet talk... There are no bards in Northrend now."

"By the Holy Light, Roderick never lied."

The truth proved that many women possessed skills bestowed by heaven. Having regained some of her girlishness, Abbendis decided not to make things difficult for him for now.

"I'll forgive you for the moment. But you'll have to make up for all those letters you owe me, twice over."

Thinking back to what had just happened, Abbendis stood beside Roderick under everyone's gaze like the mistress of the place. In high spirits, she said happily, "This armor is called—Judgment."

Judgment? Not a bad name.

Roderick did not respond. Their understanding now needed no excessive words.

Abbendis said mysteriously,