A grey figure appeared on the balcony. "You're wrong this time, Your Majesty." Yolanthe was sitting on a chair and staring at the sky. His face was filled with sadness. The figure hesitated, then said, "I apologize for my intrusion, Your Majesty, are you thinking of…"
"Don't worry," Yolanthe said, turning to the figure. "What did you want to say?"
"You're wrong this time," the figure said. "Without Scarlet, the Shansa army is in complete distress. They lost all of their will to fight, and their alliance is no more. Manstuly has already returned to Blackwater City and the Church has made its decision as well."
"I see," Yolanthe said with a smile.
"You overestimated them," the figure said. "Scarlet's death didn't encourage the Shansa army to fight. On the contrary, it ended the fight before it even began. Without Manstuly and the Shield of Light Legion, the Shansa army will not be a threat to us anymore."