Chapter 331.2
‘So it’s come to this,’ he thought, glancing around the prison.
As a nod to his status as the Saint of Resurrection, they hadn’t stripped him of his armor, but all his weapons were confiscated. Not that it mattered—Isaac’s true weapon was hidden within his body. It wasn’t something he could casually wield, though.
Lying down on the rough floor, Isaac called out to Hesabel. She had been expelled from the monastery, as they feared she might help him escape.
‘Hesabel.’
‘…’
‘Hesabel?’
‘…Why did you lose?’
Her tone was annoyed, as if she had expected Isaac to bring down even the paladin commander like the haughty inquisitor he often resembled.
Indeed, this outcome differed from the scenario Isaac had originally laid out for her.