An hour later, Roland finally figured out what had happened during the month he was in a coma.
The church had undoubtedly suffered a heavy blow. The God's Punishment Army was almost wiped out, and more than half of the Judgement Army was annihilated. Many of the 2,000 people who had escaped had taken the Pill of Madness, so it was only a matter of time before they were corroded by magic power.
Coupled with the disappearance of the Pope and the death of a large number of high-level commanders, the Holy City of Hermes could no longer encroach on the border of Graycastle. It was even hard to say whether they could survive the following Months of Demons.
However, the First Army also suffered heavy losses.
The main reason was the Black Veil Witch's surprise attack. All the soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear the God's Stone of Retaliation were affected to varying degrees. Eighty percent of the more than 700 casualties were caused by her.
The fall of Roland also had a great impact on the morale of the army.
Iron Axe had no choice but to give the order to withdraw.
Fortunately, the functions of the City hall were very complete at this time. With everyone working together, there was no problem. The statement announced to the public was that His Majesty was accidentally injured in the battle and needed to recuperate. The funeral of the soldiers of the First Army was also presided over by Iron Axe and Barov.
After listening to the witches' narration, Roland became very interested in the captured Pure Witches.
"You mean, they don't have any feelings for the church?" He looked at Agatha. "That witch named Isabella is still willing to help us fight against the demons?"
"Vanilla and Maggie were not adopted by the archbishop. They were only chosen from the cloister for this task. Nightingale has confirmed this." Agatha replied, "But Isabella is very strange. She doesn't seem to care about who she works for, as long as they can defeat the demons. She also said that this is the idea instilled in her by the previous Pope. "
"What do you think?"
"I suggest we keep Isabella for the time being."
"But she's a Pure Witch raised by the church and is our enemy!" Scroll frowned. "If not for her, that witch named Zero would not have been able to hurt His Majesty."
"As far as I know, Vendy was also raised by the church."
"That's different! Vendy has never hurt anyone. "
"Isabella also didn't directly hurt any witches. Her ability can only affect the God's Stone, and it's rare for a witch to wear a God's Stone," Agatha said carelessly. "Nightingale confirmed that she didn't lie."
"Is that so?" Roland looked at the other side of the bed.
After a while, a reluctant answer came from the other side. "Yes."
"The most important thing is her ability," Agatha continued, "Isabella mentioned that the lightless black holes formed by the God's Stone of Retaliation all have a unique tremor pattern, and she can create an opposite tremor, which makes the God's Stone ineffective. Perhaps this is the key to unraveling the secret of the Magic Slayer. I even suspect that she was born to be a Magic Slayer. If we can figure out the relationship between magic power and the God's Stone, other witches may be able to do the same. "
This news caused a gasp in the crowd.
For most of them, the God's Stone of Retaliation was a threshold that they could not cross. Because of the restriction of the God's Stone, they were bullied, homeless, and helpless in the face of the arrest of the church and the nobles.
Roland touched his chin thoughtfully. "Counteracting the tremor? This is the same as the characteristic of waves. Does magic power also spread in the way of waves? "
"In that case, let's keep her," Roland said after thinking for a moment. "I'll decide how to deal with her after I see her."
…
Apparently, the witches were not the only ones in Neverwinter who cared about his safety. In the afternoon, senior officials such as Barov, Iron Axe, and Carr received the news and came to the castle one after another. Everyone looked relieved when they saw him, especially the director of City Hall, who even hugged Roland and choked with sobs.
Since he had just woken up, he did not ask too many questions about political affairs. Instead, he just chatted and comforted the people in Neverwinter. The people who knew about Roland's condition had been in a coma for a long time, so the most important thing now was to cheer them up and let everyone know that their king had recovered.
In the evening, a sumptuous banquet was held in the Castle District. Almost all the officials from City Hall and the First Army attended. The dining table was filled with food and was placed in the courtyard.
Not only that, but he also ordered his men to push carts of steaming oatmeal to the square so that all the people in the city could participate in the celebration.
After the banquet, Roland returned to his bedroom.
"Nightingale," he called softly.
No one responded.
"Nightingale," he repeated, "I know you're here."
Still no movement.
Roland sighed, turned around, took two steps forward, and reached out his hand to touch Nightingale's body.
When Nightingale revealed herself and was about to kneel down, he directly lifted her up. "Huh?
His strength seems to have increased a little. "
But this was not important. Roland glared at her fiercely. Before she could speak, he directly said, "I know what you're feeling guilty about, but it's not your fault. I'm safe and sound in the end, so don't blame yourself anymore, understand?"
"Agatha clearly warned me, but I still … Hey, Your, Your Majesty?"
Roland directly hugged her.
This was the first time he had taken the initiative to hug Nightingale.
Originally, Roland had prepared a lot of words of comfort and persuasion, but when they were on the tip of his tongue, he did not want to say them.
He knew what she really needed.
Before he was hit by Zero's dim light, Nightingale pushed him away without hesitation and used her body to shield him was still fresh in his memory. At that time, she was ready to sacrifice herself. Facing such a woman, what more could he ask?
"Wait a little longer," Roland said in a low voice, "I'll solve this problem."
"Solve … what?"
He did not answer, but he knew that Nightingale could understand what he meant. Her slightly rapid breathing was the best proof.
Silence often caused invisible harm.
Since he could not turn a blind eye to it, he could only put the responsibility on himself.
Even if it would be a thorny road.
Then Nightingale's whole body relaxed. When the pressure was gone, her expression became firm again.
When a person is in a vulnerable state, all he needs is a promise.
Hope was meaningful.
"Okay, I'll wait," she sobbed.
Although she was crying, there was not a trace of sadness.
The moist and warm touch filled Roland's heart.
After seeing Nightingale off, he slept very soundly that night.
When he opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling appeared in front of him again.
"Well … it's this poor dream again."
Since he already knew the way to escape, he was much calmer this time.
Rubbing the back of his head that was faintly aching, he walked out of the room and saw the white-haired girl coming out of the kitchen with a plate.
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