Warhammer Divine Throne

Lake God Witch Mogiana rode on Unicorn Hilphain, accompanied by a full cohort of Holy Grail Guards. Upon hearing Laine’s words, Mogiana nodded in agreement: "To have achieved this much is already commendable, Laine."

"Your Highness Mogiana, Lord Laine, all the inhabitants of Sharp-Top Palace, including the five knights who surrendered along with their escorts, have been captured. How should we deal with them...?" Fidmund approached from afar, addressing Laine and Mogiana.

"Hmm..." Laine hesitated, but Mogiana spoke first, her expression icy as she said, "The commoners shall be temporarily detained to serve as laborers. As for the knights and their squires here, bring them before me immediately!"

"Yes!" Fidmund responded loudly.

Ten minutes later, over thirty knights and their squires remaining in the Sharp-Top Palace were escorted to the castle hall, where Laine and Mogiana each took a seat on opposite sides.

What did Mogiana plan to do with these knights who had pledged allegiance to the undead? Various thoughts crossed Laine’s mind as he remained silent, awaiting Mogiana to pronounce judgment.

"In the name of the Lady, I announce that Sharp-Top Palace will be liberated from the corruption and degeneration of Musillon, and its people will once again fall under the Divine Grace of the Lady." Mogiana’s cold gaze swept over the knights who had submitted to the undead, her eyes filled with disdain: "In the name of the Lady, your titles as knights shall be revoked; from this day forth, you are no longer knights. Your swords will be confiscated, your family crests abolished, and all records of you will be erased from history. Awaiting you is a long journey of atonement, only through which, by the Lady’s forgiveness, can you reclaim your honor."

"From this moment on, I strip you of all property and titles—you are no longer knights, mere peasants." Mogiana declared coldly, the judgment of the Lake Fairy: "Now, surrender your family crests, for you and your families shall no longer be nobility."

None of the knights present raised any objections. Instead, all the Brittania knights, Dwarves, and even the female sorcerer Teresa cast looks of contempt at these men.

"My judgment is concluded. Now, who supports? Who opposes?" Mogiana stood up, her beautiful face icy cold. She added, turning her gaze to Laine, for he was the only one present with the right to challenge her decision.

"I support it." Laine had no objections to Mogiana’s decision.

Immediately, Laine’s men entered to strip the noble crests from these knights.

Just then, a young knight with a flushed face rose in anger, attempting to break free from his bindings as he roared at Mogiana: "I oppose! I am Harrison, the 37th bloodline of George VI, cousin of William II, nephew of Landuin, the First Duke of Musillon! By what right do you judge me?!"

Having said that, the rash young knight directly rushed at Mogiana, seated in the center of the hall, cursing as he prepared to fight desperately.

Mogiana’s emerald eyes became as sharp as a sword, and the Light of the Lake God ignited in her right hand, a dazzling radiance immediately enveloped the young knight.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" The young knight’s screams echoed within the hall.

The Light of the Lake God flickered in Mogiana’s hand, quickly releasing and retracting, the Lake God Witch sneering coldly.

"Ribbit!" The young knight was no longer there; in his place was a small frog, croaking and hopping around the hall floor with its two hind legs: "Ribbit~Ribbit!"

Apart from these few frog croaks, silence reigned throughout the castle hall.

"I ask once more, who supports? Who opposes?" Mogiana calmly queried again: "Who disputes my judgment?"

All the captives kneeling on the ground shook their heads, looking at the small frog hopping around, their faces white with fear. It was rumored that those who violated the knightly path and committed the gravest errors would be transformed into frogs by the Lake God Witch using Divine Art; however, most had only heard of it and never truly witnessed it.

Now they had seen it with their own eyes.

The impact nearly crushed them; none desired to spend the rest of their lives feeding on insects. Upon hearing Mogiana’s words again, the captives lowered their heads, signaling their submission to judgment.

Led by Sir Bertrand, the captives were dragged out; in accordance with Mogiana’s judgment, they were no longer nobility. All properties would be seized and confiscated, their honor stripped away, their family’s history erased until a day came when those individuals could earn the forgiveness of the Lake Fairy.

But without the knightly title, how could they earn the favor of the Lake Fairy as mere peasants?

This, indeed, was an endeavor impossible to undertake.

Mogiana signaled the Holy Grail Guards to release the small frog into the marshlands. Clearly enraged, the Lake God Witch glanced at Laine, then sighed: "As the purest and most excellent of the First Holy Grail Knights, Landuin drew all the virtues of his lands upon himself, leaving the current degenerates to this duchy and these lands."