What about yourself?

What were you thinking about when you waved the Holy Light?

Desire for victory? Fever for purification? Hatred of the undead? Or...or maybe, just using it as a kind of power, but never seriously thinking about what kind of power the Holy Light is?

What kind of power?

"The Holy Light is philanthropic. It will never refuse to assist those in need because of differences in race and soul. Bridget, have you ever seen the undead wielding the Holy Light?"

A voice rang in Bridget's ears. She thought it was Anduin asking her. The knight lady shook her head, and the voice rang again:

"I've seen...and more than one..."

"The undead are not evil. Just as appearance does not represent true beauty, words cannot represent true character. Children, don't let your eyes blind your heart, and don't let hatred distort your soul. Zella's warning to you is

With good intentions, she wanted to warn you that the devil is coming, but she did something wrong again... For this, I apologize to you on her behalf."

"And my poor child... welcome home..."

"Buzz"

The next moment, Miss Bridget's eyes opened, and she saw the burning fireplace in the room. The crackling sound of the firewood made the temperature in the room rise a lot, dispelling the dampness and coldness in the house, and in her

Beside them, Anduin and Salantia also opened their eyes from their meditation.

Sarantia looked at Miss Bridget and asked:

"Have you seen it? Bridget, that is the Holy Light that Anduin and I perceive. I cannot rashly accuse your beliefs of being wrong, but at least, the burning Holy Light will is the same as what we understand.

Holy light is different..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Miss Knight stretched out her hand, folded her sincere hands and folded them on her chest. With tears on her face, she whispered:

"It doesn't matter...that's wrong. I already know it. It's indeed wrong..."

"I heard the Holy Light enlighten me...I felt the Holy Light's comfort..."

"I, have gone home..."
Chapter completed!