Chapter 634 There Is Nothing Left to Fear

Half an hour later, Roland finally understood roughly what had happened during the month or so he had been unconscious.

The Church had undoubtedly suffered a heavy blow. The God's Punishment Army was almost completely wiped out, the Judgment Army was more than half annihilated, and many of the more than two thousand who escaped had already taken Berserk Pills and would soon be corrupted by magic power.

With the Pope missing and a large number of high-level commanders killed in battle, Hermes Holy City would no longer be able to encroach on the borders of Graycastle after this battle, and it was even doubtful whether they could survive the upcoming Months of Demons.

However, the First Army also suffered significant losses.

The main reason was the Black紗 Witch's突襲— all the soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear God's Punishment Stones were affected to varying degrees, and she was responsible for about 成 of the more than seven hundred casualties.

And Roland's fall also caused great turmoil in the army's morale.

Out of desperation, Iron Axe ordered a retreat.

Fortunately, the Town Hall's functions were now very complete, and everyone worked together to ensure that nothing went wrong. The explanation given to the public was that His Majesty was accidentally injured in battle and needed to recuperate. The funerals of the First Army soldiers who died in battle were jointly presided over by Iron Axe and Barov.

After listening to the witches' narratives, Roland became very interested in the captured Purity.

"You said they have no feelings for the Church?" He looked at Agatha. "That witch named Isabella is willing to help us fight the devils?"

"Vanilla and Maggie were not adopted by the Archbishop. They were only selected from the convent to carry out this mission. Nightingale has confirmed this separately," Agatha replied. "Isabella is very strange. She doesn't seem to care who she works for, as long as she can defeat the devils. She also said that this was the idea instilled in her by the previous Pope."

"What do you think?"

"I suggest keeping Isabella for the time being."

"But she was raised by the Church and is our enemy!" Scroll frowned. "If it weren't for her, that witch named Xiluo would not have been able to hurt His Majesty."

"As far as I know, Wendy was also raised by the Church."

"That's different! Wendy has never hurt anyone else."

"Isabella also has not directly harmed any witch. Her ability only works on God's Stones, and few witches actively wear God's Stones," Agatha said nonchalantly. "Nightingale confirmed that she was not lying."

"Is that so?" Roland looked to the other side of the bed.

After a while, an unwilling response came from there, "Mm."

"The most important thing is her ability," Agatha continued. "Isabella mentioned that the lightless black holes formed by God's Punishment Stones all have unique vibration patterns, and she can create a vibration that is the opposite of it, causing the God's Stone to become ineffective. Perhaps this is the key to breaking the 魔鬼 Slayer's secret. I even suspect that she is a natural 魔鬼 Slayer—if we can figure out the relationship between God's Stone and magic power, other witches may be able to do the same."

This news caused a gasp in the crowd.

For most of them, the God's Punishment Stone was an insurmountable obstacle. Because of the God's Stone's xiànzhi, they suffered oppression and displacement, and were helpless in the face of the Church and nobles' capture.

Roland stroked his chin thoughtfully. Offsetting vibrations? This is just like the characteristics of waves. Is magic power also propagated in the form of waves when it diffuses?

"In that case, let's keep her for now," he said after a moment of contemplation. "I'll decide what to do with her after I've seen her."

……

Obviously, it wasn't just the witches who cared about his safety in Neverwinter City. By the afternoon, high-level officials such as Barov, Iron Axe, and Karl, who had received the news, came to the castle one after another. Everyone showed a relieved expression after seeing him, especially the Town Hall supervisor, who even hugged Roland and choked up.

Since he had just woken up, he didn't ask too much about political affairs. Instead, he focused the conversation on chatting and comforting—the long-term coma had made those in the know in Neverwinter City panic. Now, the most important thing was to boost morale and let everyone know that their king had recovered.

In the evening, a lavish banquet was held in the castle district. Almost all the officials from the Town Hall and the First Army attended, and tables full of food were set up in the courtyard.

Not only that, but he also ordered his men to push carts of hot wheat porridge to the square, so that all the citizens of the city could participate in this celebration.

After the feast, Roland returned to his bedroom.

"Nightingale," he called softly.

There was no response.

"Nightingale," he repeated, "I know you're here."

Still no movement.

Roland sighed, turned around and took two steps, reaching out and touching Nightingale's body.

The latter appeared, and just as she was about to kneel down, he directly lifted her up.

Huh, his strength seems to have increased a bit.

But this wasn't important. Roland glared at her fiercely, and before she could speak, he said directly, "I know what you're feeling guilty about, but this wasn't your fault. In the end, I'm safe and sound, so stop blaming yourself, understand?"

"Agatha clearly reminded me, but I still... Yo, Your Majesty?"

Roland hugged her directly.

This was the first time he had actively embraced Nightingale.

Roland had prepared many words of comfort and persuasion, but when they came to his lips, he didn't want to say them anymore.

He knew what the other party really needed.

Before being hit by the ghostly light transformed by Xiluo, Nightingale pushed him away without hesitation, and the sight of her using her body to block in front of him was still vivid in his memory—she was already prepared to sacrifice herself at that time. Facing such a woman, what more could he ask for?

"Wait a little longer," Roland whispered, "I will solve this matter."

"Solve... what?"

He didn't answer, but he knew that Nightingale could understand what he meant—her slightly hurried breathing was the best proof.

Silence is often an invisible wound.

Since he couldn't turn a blind eye, he could only put this responsibility on himself.

Even if it would be a thorny road.

Then Nightingale's whole body relaxed—when the pressure was transferred away, her expression became firm again.

When people are in a vulnerable state, all they need is a promise.

Expectation then has meaning.

"Mm, I'll wait," she sobbed.

Tears were flowing, but there wasn't a trace of sadness.

The moist and warm touch filled Roland's heart as well.

After seeing Nightingale off, he slept especially soundly that night.

When he opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling appeared in front of him again.

Okay… It's that clumsy dream again.

Since he already knew how to escape, this time his mentality was much calmer.

Rubbing the back of his head, which was faintly aching, he walked out of the room and saw the white-haired girl walking out of the kitchen with a plate in her hand.

"Awake?" She frowned. "Were you crazy yesterday, Uncle?"