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Please let me explain.

I'm not a witch.

I've never used dark magic. I just wanted to be normal to be your wife.

You still love me?

Love you?

If it weren't for your family's priceless iron mines, do you really

think I'd look twice at a freak like you?

Marrying a witch would have the church strip me of my inheritance.

But...

If my lovely new bride were to disappear tonight.

No!

On my wedding night, I was beaten to death by my husband.

It's bloody weather.

Can't even get a spark going.

By Lord Owen's order, leave no traces behind. She won't burn. Let's bury her

alive. My delicate bride, Ashlyn, has retired for the evening.

Let's raise our glasses to House Lothan, to our future and glory!

Mother said my sacrifice would protect my system.

This... this was what I got in return!

Buried alive and left for dead!

Laugh while you can, Owen, because tomorrow I'm going to make you bleed out

every drop of wine you drank tonight.

If I go back to Lothland, Owen will burn me at the stake.

If I go home, the ones who sold me out will just kill me again.

Lord Owen has given the order. She escaped death, but she can't run far,

can you, her?

Back off, vampire!

I won't let you turn me into some mindless blood slave!

You don't need to fear me.

Boys, it is our lucky day!

A witch fresh out of the grave, and a vampire on a silver platter! Ashlyn, how

does it feel, begging a blood supper for scraps?

Fire! Turn them into pincushions! The Lord's doubling the bounty!

Roll.

Who exactly did you say is eating dirt?

Ruthless. I like it.

Get in.

Once you're healed, I'll personally teach you how to chop their heads off

yourself.

Fire! Again!

Put every bolt through them! Through both of them!

Go tell Owen.

This is just the interest.

What the hell are you waiting for? Send the signal!

Notify Lord Owen!

Normal arrows will not kill them. Tell Lord Owen to bring the church high-grade

holy water and the heavy crossbows!

Happy wedding night, my dear sister.

Ashlyn, don't you want your revenge?

This drop of blood?

An ordinary turning would burn away your witch's blood and turn you into a

mindless thrall.

I won't allow that.

My first deacon shares half my power.

In this lifetime, I can only bind myself to one.

The bride buried alive by her husband. I came to Vampire Queen's one and only

first deacon.

If I sign this pact, I'm no longer a human noble.

I'll be hunted by the church, disowned by my bloodline, and bound to you for

the rest of my life. But if I don't, I'll die in these woods. The people who

destroyed me...

Walk free. They murdered me!

From this day on, I am yours.

So long as we both live.

Fire! Pin those freaks to the walls!

Witches and vampires, let the holy water burn them all to ash!

Kills.

She won't make it to the altar! We have to bind the pact now!

She is my one and only Deacon.

She deserves a proper binding ceremony.

Scion, hold them off with your life.

I see the green light.

I know you're trading your life to save hers. Is she really worth it? Hand over

the witch and I might let you live!

Cheap tricks!

Witch hunters level this place with high-grade holy water!

Such noise...

Monster!

Help! Protect me!

Sion, hold the barrier.

Don't let the trash outside defile the my lady's altar.

At once, First Deacon!

I'll do it myself.

I'll spare you the cliche vows. I give you three real promises.

First, as long as I live, the valley will always be open to you. Second, all

my magic, tomes, and weapons are at your disposal.

Whatever revenge you seek, whoever you want dead, I will aid you every step of

the way.

Third, you are the master of this valley, second only to me. What is mine

is yours, and no one will dare disrespect you.

I've spent a thousand years in the dark.

From this moment until my soul shatters to dust, that will never change.

I won't give you empty words either. I will mend your regrets, and I will

shield you from danger. I will destroy all who dares to harm you.

After I have my revenge, I live for you.

The helpless noble girl buried in that shallow grave is long dead.

The one standing here now is yours.

What a touching performance.

My dear sister isn't dead, and she even found herself such a powerful ally.

What a pity you two can barely stand now.

So why don't you die again?

They're at their weakest!

Shatter that barrier with the holy water cannons!

Sister!

Did these vampires kidnap you? Hurry, come with me! Let's go home!

When you told Owen about my witch's mark, did it ever cross your mind that I

was your sister? When you hid behind the door...

watching him smash my head into the candlestack and bury me alive.

Did you think to save me just now, when you held that bone whistle, trying to

blow me and my lady to pieces?

Did it ever cross your mind that I am your sister?

The position of Marchius was supposed to be mine! I'm the one Owen loves!

She is your enemy. Deal with her as you see fit.

Kill her, carve her up, whatever makes you happy.

Charge! Chop off their heads and take all their treasure!

You... you're not dead?

What the hell are you The

stragglers

have been dealt with throw them in the dungeon leave them for Ashlyn for target

practice

I'm Hela, of the Horn Tribe.

Your bath is ready. I used Lady Nyriel's lavender soap.

She said it was your favorite.

Lady Nyriel instructed me to serve you a bath, and then take you to your meal.

Lady Nyriel.

If you wish to keep a pet for your amusement, we have no objections.

But to appoint a filthy human as the first deacon of Devil's Valley? You

couldn't even protect yourself, yet you're fit to rule us?

I did die once, it's true. Would you like to see the kind of temper someone

acquires after crawling back from hell?

Where is this possible?

Vampire bloodline suppression?

You're a witch!

Out there, they called me a monster and they buried me in the dirt.

If you're going to treat me like a monster here, you can do it while

kneeling before me.

Owen found a maid who looks vaguely like me.

In a month, he plans to announce that Ashlyn is pregnant and send her to a

mountain villa to rest.

Come winter, he'll report she died in childbirth, paving the way for him to

rightfully bring Jocelyn into the manor as his new wife.

Died in childbirth? That's far too much trouble.

Make preparations.

In a month, I will personally attend Owen's announcement banquet.

I'm going to give them a gift they will never forget.

Thank you all for your blessings!

My wife, Ashlyn, is finally with child.

I hereby declare a three-day tax exemption for all of Lothan. Praise Lord

Owen! Light of Lothan! Praise the light of Lothly! Praise Lord Owen!

Praise the generous light of Lothan!

Why are you crying?

My lady, please, I beg you.

Come winter you will suffer a difficult labor bleed out and be tossed into an

unmarked grave I will be the grieving sister the natural choice to marry Owen

and become the sole mistress of this entire territory My

lady a witch's nature magic and our dark power are completely opposed She

can't take this forcing the fusion like this will kill her then she has to

endure it If she can't even survive this, how is she supposed to crush the

animals out there who feasted on her flesh and blood?

Ashlyn! Do you want to watch the sister who stole everything from you take your

place?

Let's bury her alive.

It's been a month.

Have you prepared your gift for the banquet?

Of course.

I'm going to dye my new dress red with their blood.

With the High Paladin personally protecting your wife, those rumored

monsters wouldn't dare take a single step near your castle.

Of course.

It's her!

The monster is here!

Kill her!

Are you blind?

Standing before you is the First Deacon of Devil's Valley. The Special Envoy!

Return to the Abyss Feast!

Kneel.

Impossible! Just her aura!

Beautifully done.

But his blood is far too filthy.

Don't let it stain the new cloak I gave you.

Don't come any closer! Stay back! This is human territory!

I hear your lady wife is with child.

I have come to bring a gift to celebrate the good news.

Owen, do you like my gift?

You'd do well not to disappoint her.

You can't touch her! That is my wife! And she carries my flesh and blood!

Please don't kill me! Owen forced me to do it! I'm not really pregnant!

The real lady has been dead for a long time!

Human devotion.

Truly cheaper than the rod-watting mud in Devil's Valley.

You demon from the abyss! You dare hire an imposter to ruin Lothlin's

reputation!

Sister? Lady Ashlyn?

Ghost! You really did crawl out of your grave!

Jocelyn.

Didn't you just say I wouldn't let myself get away with this? Well, I'm

back.

Sister.

Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?

My dear sister, how does the abyss taste?

It's such a pity.

This is the mortal realm.

This time, I'll carve out your heart with my own hands.

Ashlyn, go to hell.

Jocelyn, do it quickly. Once she's dead, the Iron Minds will be ours.

I will marry you immediately.

So his lordship has been cavorting with the bastard all along.

As soon as Ashlyn is dead, we'll get our share of the Lothlan iron mines too.

It's impossible!

How could the holier-rame shatter?

Who gave you permission to touch her?

Close your eyes.

That monster is severely wounded!

Lock down the territory immediately and send for the church!

Hunt them down!

Once Ashlyn is dead, that Iron Mine belongs to no one.

It's every man for himself.

Sacrificing your arms for a mere subordinate?

You've made a losing deal, my lady. Shut up.

If you die, I'll chop these hands off and bury them with you.

Drink. Remember this. These hands are

mine and your life is mine.

You are not going anywhere without my permission.

As you wish.

You cannot!

That is your lifeblood! Giving even a drop will cost you a century of your

lifespan and force you into extreme weakness for three months!

If she dies, what is the point of me guarding this wretched valley for a

thousand years?

Draining your own vitality for a lowly witch.

You are no longer fit to be the master of the abyss.

How do you feel?

Injured like this, why didn't you call someone to tend to your wounds?

Vampires heal quickly, a scratch like this.

Don't move a muscle.

As long as you're alive, nothing hurts.

You've lived a thousand years, yet you cling like a child afraid of the dark.

No! The holy light!

Get away!

Don't touch her!

Ashlyn!

The ash tree mark is born of the sacred tree, one in origin. By this pact

witnessed by the tree, and bound by blood, abyss and nature shall watch over

each other for all eternity.

My lady, First Deacon. A human woman in heavy mourning attire is at the gates.

She claims to be Lady Ashland's mother and demands an audience.

Say the word, and I'll have Cian execute her.

Drag this witch into the mud.

The church must not find a single trace.

Mother,

her mark has been exposed.

You promised me I could replace her if she died. An exposed witch brings only

ruin to our house.

Using her death to buy Owen's silence and secure the iron mines, it is a

worthy trade.

My daughter, my poor Ashlyn, please return

her remains to me.

If she truly wanted to save you, she wouldn't have stood on that balcony

watching the show on your wedding night.

She never cared whether I lived or died.

The only thing she cares about is the Blackwell Iron Mines and the

inheritance.

Sion, did you see what she was holding in her hands?

A small ebony box.

She hasn't come to mourn me.

She's come to confirm if I'm truly dead.

What's in the box?

That is the reliquary for the deed of posthumous inheritance.

As long as my death is confirmed under the Church's witness, she can legally

transfer the entirety of the Blackwell estate to Jocelyn and Owen.

Your loving mother act fools her, not me.

Ashlyn!

Thank the gods, mother thought you were dead!

Ashlyn, you blame me, don't you? That night...

Owen forced me. He threatened the survival of our entire house.

Mother had no choice.

Look at what I brought you. It is the blackberry jam you loved so much as a

child. Here, have some with bread.

Ashlyn, how could you?

I brought your hometown blackberry jam especially for you. If you won't take

it, fine.

But why waste my thoughtfulness?

It's the burn reaction of holy water.

There's holy water in the jam.

You put holy water in the jam?

You came here to poison my lady?

No.

It wasn't me. I didn't know it was in there.

Jocelyn forced it on me. I had no idea.

The last time you brought me blackberry jam, it was to trick me into going to

the church so the past could test me for a witch's mark.

That was all for your own good.

I'm your own mother. Would I ever hurt you? So what is it this time?

Did Jocelyn send you to poison me?

Or are you just afraid now that I've returned from the dead, I'll steal your

previous bastard daughter's position as Lady of the Manor? You are a witch!

As long as we live, you will drag the entire Blackwell house to the pyre.

Jocelyn may be a bastard, but she is normal!

Sacrificing yourself for the sake of our family is your duty as the eldest

daughter!

Mother, you don't love me.

Nor do you love Jocelyn. You only love the cold title of Lady Blackwell.

Did you really think a bastard and Owen's empty shell can hold the iron

mines?

In the noble courts, without a legitimate bloodline, you are nothing

but fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

You are not only vicious, but pitifully stupid.

You went through all this trouble to get my death certificate so you could

process the wealth transfer with the church, didn't you?

Since you would rather consort with heretical vampires than sacrifice for

your family, from this day forth, the Blackwell House considers you dead!

We never had an eldest daughter!

Don't be too arrogant.

The church's purifying fire will reach this place soon enough.

Go back and tell those fools in white robes. If they want to die in Devil's

Valley, they are welcome any time.

The Divine Tree is running low on fertilizer anyway.

Sion! Escort this noble lady out!

Careful, my lady.

Back to Lofland.

Carl, you opened that gate a quarter of an hour slower than I expected.

You knew!

This powder is crude enough to choke a horned demon.

Tell me, who...

Sister, I brought the holy water to bury you and your vampire lover.

Burn all these filthy monsters to the ground.

For the holy church!

Purify them!

Die, heretics!

This is the true power of the light.

Ashlyn, you're finished!

Pure holy water?

Pathetic fools, is that all you've got?

Since you love giving gifts so much, then I will return it tenfold!

Impossible. How can the divine tree absorb holy water?

No!

Mercy, Lady Ashlyn!

The Lothans forced me!

Using the church's poison to scheme against your lady, you're courting

death. The Abyss has no place for trash, and even less for traitors.

From now on, anyone who dares collude with outsiders will share his fate.

This is the curse left by that fallen witch, Ashlyn.

I lost my eye fighting alongside the Crusaders to protect you from the

horrors of Devil's Valley.

To fight these man-eating demons on behalf of the Blackwell House,

I donate 1,000 gold coins to the church.

But it is not enough!

The vampires will soon emerge from the valley to snatch your children!

As protector of the people of Lothland, I command every household to contribute

three silver coins.

Master Owen!

This year's harvest isn't even enough to survive the winter.

Where are we going to find three silver coins?

Those who refuse to pay are traitors.

Tie these witch sympathisers to the stakes.

Spare me!

Oh God!

I truly have no money left!

Those who refuse to fight the witch are accomplices to demons!

It belongs to...

Who?

Who goes there?

Jocelyn, did I give you permission to use my name to swindle these people?

It's her!

The witch!

She's brought the curse of Devil's Valley to devour us!

Kill her! She'll drag us all to hell!

As if any of you deserve

it.

Have you no shame, lying to the common folk to have them give you their hard

-earned money?

You dare point these pieces of scrap iron at my first decon?

It seems the Knights of Lothian no longer wish to keep their hands free.

Open your dog eyes.

and read according to article 3 of the imperial noble commercial law the

blackwell iron mines have already been indefinitely mortgaged to the abyss

consortium by me the sole legitimate heir you want to

confiscate go ask the ruler of the abyss if she agrees

Why didn't you just die?

If you were dead, I could rightfully be the lady of the manor.

So for the love of a man and a title that was never yours, you betrayed and

buried your only sister alive.

Jocelyn, you are truly pitiful.

Mother has submitted a blood testimony to the Northern Council!

Accusing you of attempting to murder your own mother and using dark magic on

your wedding night!

Seven days later, at the Noble Joint Tribunal, as long as the charges stick,

the Church will strip you of your noble protection rights and all your property

contracts on the spot!

They'll send you to the stake!

Trying to burn what is mine with a few scraps of waste paper in a pathetic

hearing? Go tell those old frauds.

In seven days, if they dare declare her guilty, I will crush them all into dust.

Excellent. This is exactly the stage I wanted.

To bury you all.

When she and Owen buried me alive in Devil's Valley, did you even think about

me? That's because you are a witch who brings shame to our house.

You shameless whore!

You dare do this in public? With a vampire, no less?

Dear gods, did you see that? The vampire lady is actually so gentle with a human.

Looks like Master Owen is furious.

His own wife dumped him for a vampire.

What a cuckold.

Shameless. You mortals package greed and betrayal as morality, while I

only wish to taste the warmth on my first deacon's fingertips.

If this is what you call disgusting.

Shameless.

Mother.

Compared to you rolling naivid in your own garden with a butler.

This is nothing.

Yep.

The noble lady and the butler?

See for yourselves!

This is witchcraft!

Sister, I knew you hated me. But why would you use dark magic to hurt Mother,

to hurt all of Lothlin?

See you in court.

By order of the noble joint tribunal, this hearing is called to order. Pro

plaintiff, present your evidence.

On her wedding night, my unnatural daughter tried to murder her own mother

and maim her sister to consort with vampires.

I beg you, bring this witch to justice.

You demand my death with one scrap of bloody paper.

Did I also force you to write this love letter to your butler?

Lies! It's a forgery!

Forgery? Shall I dig up the butler's bones and prove me Father Jocelyn?

A lady who bore a bastard with her butler dares to lecture her daughter on

morality? Is this farce what passes for evidence in the North?

Order!

Plaintiff. How do you answer these claims?

Order!

The plaintiff's honor is compromised.

The blood testimony is hereby set aside.

My lord judge, as a noble of Lothir, I swear upon my family's honor that my

testimony is the absolute truth.

The letter may be void, but she used dark magic to inflict harm. That is an

undeniable fact!

What a neat inversion of the truth.

Bring in the witness.

You dare raise a hand in a tribunal?

Let her speak.

Whoever entrusts.

Loses their tongue.

I was Lady Ashland's personal maid. On the wedding

night, I waited outside the bedchamber.

I heard everything.

Master Owen said himself he only married her for the Blackwell iron mines. He

called her a freak and said she would disappear that night so she wouldn't

ruin his inheritance.

When it went quiet, I ran in. My lady was on the floor, covered in blood. The

silver candlestick was bent.

Two knights dragged her away, wrapped in a sheet. They said they'd bury her in

Devil's Valley.

And Miss Jocelyn.

As soon as the knights left, she went in and stole my lady's family heirloom

ring.

I tried to stop her. She kicked me down the stairs and threw me out of the

castle.

She bought you with dark magic.

Conspiracy to murder, embezzlement of family property, butchering innocence

for gold under the guise of witch hunting. The true heretics were never

me. By your precious imperial law, what is the sentence for murder, theft of

inheritance, and framing a noble?

Witness testimony and evidence have been verified. We now proceed to... No formal

procedure is needed.

her identity as a witch is confirmed by the church's witch hunt edict she is

guilty on the spot take her to the fire since when does church supersede

imperial noble law the church holds final jurisdiction over heresy guards

seize her

You dare lay hands on what is mine?

Did you consult the Northern Trade Consortium first?

All Blackwell Iron Mines have been indefinitely mortgaged to the Abyss

Consortium under the Northern Trade Consortium by their rightful heir, Lady

Ashland. By imperial commercial law, the mines are consortium property for the

duration of the mortgage.

Confiscating them on heresy charges counts as embezzlement of consortium

assets.

The sacred duty of witch hunting is not to be meddled with by merchants.

Sacred?

Then all iron shipments in the north will halt.

No weapons, no farming tools.

Will the church answer to the nobles for that?

The authenticity of the contract must be verified.

This trial is adjourned until verification is complete.

The iron mine mortgage contract is verified as authentic.

The asset confiscation is dismissed.

We now resume trial on the charges of dark magic assault.

Once a witch is confirmed, No further trial is needed!

By the church's witch hunt edict, the sentence is death by fire!

I confess.

I carry witch blood.

You all heard her.

She has confessed.

The Imperial Le Carolean Estates.

Only witches who use dark magic to kill may be put to death. I have never slain

an innocent with magic.

The one who butchers innocence and extorts gold in the name of witch

-hunting is her.

No! No!

No! The old farmer burnt at Lothan Square, and three families who refused

the silver tax, all executed by Jocelyn as witch-accomplices. All seized gold

went into Owen's private treasury.

No! No!

No! My lords, we swear it.

Miss Jocelyn said anyone who refused silver was a witch accomplice. She burnt

my father alive.

Lies! They are all witch accomplices. This she-devil paid them off.

Paid off?

Did I pay off the petition signed by a hundred families in Lothian, too?

By your law, what is the sentence for murder and extortion under the guise of

religion?

I petition this court to countercharge the three plaintiffs with conspiracy to

murder, embezzlement of inheritance, and slaughter of innocent. I ask for a

verdict according to law.

After deliberation, the court now reads the final verdict.

The charges of matricide and dark magic assault against Ashlyn Blackwell are

dismissed. The blood testimony is invalid due to the plaintiff's

compromised moral standing, and no corroborating evidence supports the

claims. Ashlyn Blackwell is the sole rightful heir of House Blackwell. All

rights to her lands, iron mines, and family property are hereby restored

immediately.

No! She is a witch!

You cannot rule this way!

The countercharges of conspiracy to murder, embezzlement of inheritance, and

slaughter of innocents against the three plaintiffs are proven beyond doubt.

The verdict is guilty.

Owen Lothlum is stripped of his acting lord title and all fields.

Jocelyn Boutman is stripped of her noble status.

Lady Boutman is stripped of all personal property.

All three are to be detained pending final sentencing.

The verdict is final.

Anyone who resists dies where they stand.

Let's return home.

Don't kill me. I was just gathering firewood.

Please, please let me go.

Shut up.

One more scream and I'll slit your throat first.

Stay back.

One step closer and I slip his throat.

Let us go. Go to the church, or we all die here!

Let him go.

I will grant you a clean death.

You did this to us! I'll take you with me!

Prison escape and hostage taking, combined with your prior crimes, the

sentence is death by law.

Take them to Lothian Square.

Execute them in public.

Their crimes are proven.

They are executed today. From this day forth, private witch hunt executions are

abolished in Lothian. Farm taxes are reduced by 30%. The granaries will open

for three days of relief.

We welcome our rightful lady home.

Lothland is yours once more.

Vile vampire, don't you know who you're facing?

We're the holy light of incisation!

This light, it's the same as before.

Nyra!

A vampire at the end of its... strength dares to stand against the holy light.

Retreat to Devil's Valley.

Pursue them.

Lay siege to Devil's Valley.

Purge the den of heretics!

Sacred tree, heed my call.

Spread your roots and fortify the barrier.

The ash tree mark is born of the sacred tree won in origin by this pact.

Witnessed by the tree and bound by blood, abyss and nature shall watch over

each other for all eternity.

This mark, it's from

a thousand years ago. The pact between you and the first witch.

The ash tree mark is the essence of the sacred tree.

Your bloodline. You are the descendant of the witch who made that pot.

The tree answers to you.

Our powers share the same origin.

They can grow together.

The church burned the sacred grove and hunted down every ash tree witch a

thousand years ago.

It's time to settle that debt.

This time, we defend it together.

How dare a witch trespass upon this noble council? God seize her!

I am the rightful Lady of Blackwell.

I'm here to discuss the North's survival.

Will you listen to the church or to silver? The church promises us a share

of the iron mines once the valley is purged.

What can you offer?

The Abyss Consortium offers a 10-year exclusive iron supply contract 20% below

market price.

The Abyss will also guard all northern trade routes. No more bandits.

Twenty percent?

That's impossible.

Do not trust her! A heretic's promise is worthless!

The church offers empty promises.

If war comes, your soldiers die, your coff is empty.

Win, and the church controls the mines.

Lose, and your houses bear the blame for treason. You are all capable of counting

the cost.

Envoy, northern affairs are for northerners to decide.

We will sign the contract.

Greyhold withdraws from the siege.

We will remain neutral.

A wise choice.

The first shipment of iron will arrive at each hold within three days.

The remaining lords will fall in line soon enough.

Without the nobles, the church is fighting alone.

Next, we take the offensive.

Charge with holy light. Breach the barrier and raise Devil's Valley.

The barrier will hold for three more shots at most.

The traitors at the side gate will make their move now.

Break the array fast!

Open the gate for the Inquisition.

The reward will be ours.

We've been expecting you.

Execute them all.

Repair the array and secure the side gate.

My lady, all traitors are eliminated.

The side gate is secure.

Purge the den of heretics!

Spare no one!

A dying struggle.

Today sacred fire will burn away both heretics.

Abyss as bone.

Sacred tree as vein.

Impossible! Light and dark oppose each other! They cannot coexist!

The age of your holy light is over.

Light and dark united.

You actually pulled it off.

Are those your last words?

You think you've won?

A thousand years ago, we burned the Ash Grove to ash and killed the First Witch.

We can do it again.

Nyrian, don't look back.

The Ash Tree bloodline will return.

That holy light, Brand.

It's been your lifelong nightmare, hasn't it? Every generation of our

Inquisition remembers your name.

Vampire filth. You can never outrun the church's holy light.

Now it's your turn.

Your era is over.

Look at me, Nyriel.

It's over.

This time we won.

My ladies, all remaining church forces have been driven out of the north. The

High Inquisition is wiped up.

A thousand years of debt is settled.

We welcome Lady of

Blackwell, and Her Grace, Lady of the Abyss.

I am here for one thing.

War or peace between the North and Devil's Valley, you will give your

answer today.

By unanimous vote of the council, Devil's Valley is officially recognized

as a legitimate northern territory protected under imperial noble law.

The North and the Abyss Consortium sign a permanent peace and trade accord.

Iron, trade route supplies, all will be shared.

There will be no more war. We have no objections.

You dare make pacts with heretics!

The church will not forgive this!

From this day forth, the Church's witch-hunt authority is revoked in the

North. Anyone who slaughters innocents under the guise of witch-hunting will be

charged with treason.

To peace in the North.

To the new era of human and demon co-governance.

We beseech you to accept the crown and rule Lothlien and Brackwell

for all generations.

Long live Lady Anne. Long live our queens.

From the shallow grave on my wedding night to today, it feels like a lifetime

ago and yet also like it was only just yesterday.

For a thousand years, I guarded this tree, waiting for the ash tree bloodline

to return.

I thought I was guarding a pact.

Not till you came did I know.

I was waiting for you.

You'll never be alone again.

Loth and Devil's Valley will guard them together.

Always.