Chapter 328.1
Inside the tent, the various representatives of the Issacrea Dawn Army had quickly gathered. They had already been on edge due to the visit of the Inquisitors. And now, word had spread that Isaac had beaten up one of them, leaving everyone visibly shocked.
Yet, amidst the tension, there was an undeniable air of mirth.
The paladins from the Codex of Light side seemed especially amused. Among them, Rottenhammer was grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s our commander!”
The news of Isaac assaulting an Inquisitor had shocked Rottenhammer, but he couldn’t hide his delight.
Isaac felt somewhat bewildered by how much more elated Rottenhammer was compared to others like Elil and the World’s Forge, but he understood the sentiment.
Unlike Elil and World’s Forge, who had long severed ties with the Inquisition out of disgust, the paladins and priests from the Codex of Light had only recently escaped their torment. Those who had grown disillusioned with the church and joined the Issacrea Dawn Army had suffered the most under the Inquisition’s scrutiny.
However, while the amusement was genuine, the reality remained grim. Rottenhammer, as much as he loathed the Inquisitors, was also well aware of the disasters they could bring.
“Well, I’ll admit, it was satisfying to see those lunatic crows get what they deserve, but… what do we do now? You must have had a plan when you beat him, right?”