Clad in a simple black robe, he seemed to empathize with the King's grief, praising with a dry voice akin to a crow's caw.
"Your Majesty's mercy and devotion are like the Holy Light, my Lord shall surely protect such devout people, listening to the confession and prayers of all beings."
Then, Bishop Claude turned his gaze towards the edge of the square, raising his withered hands high.
"Now, let everyone join me in silent mourning. Pray for the deceased and our benevolent Majesty... May he live long!"
In the square, whether nobles within the castle or representatives of the citizens outside, everyone was deeply moved by the poignant scene.
Countless people wept on the spot, moved by the King's "mercy" and "sacrifice."
Even the bewildered children lowered their heads at the guards' reminder.
Amid the low murmurs of prayer, King Theoden seemed to casually sweep his gaze across the crowd, checking if anyone was stealing a glance at him.
