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..."
