"I thought you were planning to become the Lord of the Morning Light yourself," Nightingale pouted after Andrea left. "So you weren't joking that day. You really want to support her as the queen?"

"You can tell the difference," Roland shrugged. "As for me..." Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, from the lack of talent to the inefficiency of communication, from the urgency of time to the limited resources, finally coalescing into a single sentence, "Ultimately, my reach is too short."

"Is that so..." Nightingale patted him on the shoulder. "But don't worry, Andrea is still very reliable, and the Quinn family shouldn't be too bad either."

Roland chuckled inwardly, seeing these two noble witches appreciate each other. However, Nightingale had once lived under someone else's roof, and her political acumen was still a step behind. It had nothing to do with the family's quality. As long as it wasn't blind loyalty, and there was a chance to rise to the top without paying too much, most people would know what to choose.

But he didn't say these things, because Nightingale, who was earnestly talking nonsense, was just too adorable.

At this moment, a knock on the office door sounded again.

"Come in."

The door opened in response, and it was Isabella who appeared at the door.

Roland was also a bit surprised. Logically, she wasn't a member of the Witch Union and couldn't normally enter and exit the castle district. However, after seeing Agatha's figure outside the door, he roughly understood how the other party had found her way here.

"Your Majesty," the former Arbiter of the church bowed and went straight to the point, "I heard from Agatha that the Hermes church is about to collapse?"

If her expression weren't so serious, Roland would have thought she was here to plead for her old church buddies.

"That's what the intelligence says, but the specific situation is still under investigation." Although he didn't quite understand the ice witch's purpose in revealing these things to her, he still nodded with the idea of seeing what would happen. "Whether it's Coldwind Ridge or the western part of the Morning Light, there have been refugees from the church. From their confessions, the cathedral that represents the faith of Holy City seems to have collapsed overnight."

"I hope you can send an army to Hermes, and as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Do you remember the hundreds of thousands of Frenzy Pills I mentioned before?" Isabella said in a deep voice. "I don't know how many people know the location of the warehouse where the pills are stored, but it shouldn't be too few... If it's leaked, I'm afraid it will have a negative impact on your subsequent plans." She paused. "And these things can also be of considerable help in the Battle of Divine Will. It's best to collect them all and transport them back to Neverwinter."

Roland then remembered that there was indeed such a thing in the information provided by her. Zero seemed to be planning to gather all the humans together to fight the demons to the death, and the trump card was a massive number of Frenzy Pills. Because he didn't look up to these drugs with no potential at all, he had put the matter out of his mind.

But now the situation has changed. Isabella is right, if someone spreads the pills, falling into the hands of Graycastle nobles or the Kingdom of Dawn, or even Black Street rats, it will cause no small trouble. It might not be enough to deal with a fully armed army, but it would be enough to attack the officials he sent out and the local government.

"Where are the pills stored?" He looked at Isabella.

"They are scattered in secret warehouses on the Hermes Plateau. It's difficult for me to say exactly where they are," the latter hesitated for a moment. "If you believe me, please let me go with the army. I was once the Pope's proxy, and this status should be able to slow down the collapse. If the internal disintegration is too fast, even the army will find it difficult to control the escape situation."

"But who knows if you will use your status to do something else," Nightingale said. "Like secretly letting those believers go... Some of them are your acquaintances, right?"

"You know I didn't deceive Your Majesty," Isabella shook her head. "Zero has already proven who is the darling of the gods. There's no need for me to do those futile things. If necessary, the army can also set up traps in advance, and I can lead the believers into them, and then eliminate them uniformly. In addition to restricting them with my status, a thorough extermination of the opponents is also a feasible method to maintain order."

"Uh," Nightingale couldn't help but stagnate, and spat softly, "That's really the Arbiter's method."

Roland couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The fact that she could make Nightingale speechless for a while meant that the other party was undoubtedly serious. Although Isabella had expressed her complete surrender to him that day, it was based on the fact that he could fight against the demons. She was different from most witches, and the education she received was also the Arbiter's set. As long as the goal could be achieved, she didn't care much about the lives of ordinary people.

He thought for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "I can let you go with the First Army, but you don't need to interfere in the battle. Just find those pills and destroy them on the spot."

"Your Majesty," she frowned, "Although Frenzy Pills will overdraw one's life, in a desperate fight..."

"No need to say more," Roland interrupted her. "Speaking of order, I have another task I want to entrust to you."

Isabella immediately lowered her head, "Please give your orders."

"There are still several monasteries in Old Holy City... right?"

"Yes, but there are no witches inside anymore," she thought for a moment, then changed her mind, "Maybe awakened ones will appear in Year of the Evilmoon, but the chances of survival are not high."

"It doesn't matter if there aren't any, release all the orphans, take good care of them, and bring them back to the Western Region."

She was stunned, "Everyone?"

"That's right, you're in charge." Roland nodded.

If the Arbiter's idea is to complete the task without caring about the lives of others, he would like to see if the Arbiter can still implement this goal when executing a task that requires saving lives. He couldn't change what had happened before, but he didn't want the other party to continue down this path.

"This request is not without reason, and I must also thank you for reminding me that if the church loses its ability to maintain order, the monastery may become a living hell. And Neverwinter needs a large labor force, and women can also get suitable jobs. I remember the church will provide basic education for orphans, right? So they are all excellent seedlings, and they should not be starved to death unattended within the high walls. I want you to bring them back, as many as possible."

Isabella was silent for a long time, "That will require a lot of food."

"Someone will prepare it for you."

A complex look appeared in the Arbiter's eyes, a scene that seemed familiar. On the day she was announced pardoned, and her shackles were removed, and she obtained limited freedom, she also showed the same expression.

If one could hear her inner voice, the loudest one would definitely be "Why".

But she said nothing, and slowly bent down.

"As you command, Your Majesty."