"What? Let Isabella come here? To the besieged camp where the plague has broken out?!"
The mountain wind blew away the smoke, bringing the chill of the morning. King Fernando's expression changed, and his emotions grew agitated. His gaze became stern as he stared intently at the religious Grand Inquisitor Thomas, looking at that aged and withered face. Yet the other just calmly nodded, responding with composure.
"Fernando, given the current situation, the only way to inspire the besieged Holy War Army, especially the main force of the Kingdom of Castile's army, is through the devout Isabella! And once Isabella learns about the current situation in the camp, with her strong-willed nature, she will surely come here on her own!"
