Chapter 885 - 862 How to Handle
The Lord of the Dead stopped, turned to look at the weeping Queen, his cold metal mask devoid of any expression. After a few moments of silence, he spoke lightly:
"This is not a moral judgment, merely a recognition of the fact that he was a heretic. And, upon thoroughly reviewing the entirety of his life’s deeds, I do not consider Peyton Derrick to be innocent... far from it." Cranvo shook his head gently. "Generally, I don’t explain my judgements, but as a friend of mine once went through a similar experience, I felt obliged to make an exception for you..."
With a gentle wave of his hand, Cranvo caused a light to emerge from the head of the Lich kneeling on the ground, which quickly burrowed into Yushiel Derrick’s head. Yushiel immediately stood there in a daze, as if his consciousness had been drawn into another world.
"My lord, Lord of the Dead, this is..." Fran glanced worriedly at her mother, "Mother didn’t mean to offend you, she just..."
"Trust me, as the Grim Reaper, there are few gods in this Multiverse who understand the greatness of a mother’s love better than I do." The Lord of the Dead shook his head lightly. "What I showed her was merely Peyton’s own memories about his mother..."
"Peyton’s own memories?" The Zombie Princess’s face showed a sorrowful expression. "Oh, my poor mother..."
"I know this is cruel, but in my hall, everyone must face the truth... no matter how uncomfortable that may be." Cranvo shook his head again. "That is why I demand my followers to face life honestly in my teachings, because death is the ultimate reality. Every lie carried to the grave becomes an eternal torment for the dead..."
Cranvo sighed lightly, no longer paying attention to Fran, and walked towards Lancelot and the others standing aside.
"We finally meet, Madam." The Lord of the Dead first greeted the Queen of Ravens, "It is an utmost honor..."