Just like Constantinople across the water, Galata City had not been peaceful last night either.
The nobles of the Crusaders were at each other's throats, arguing without end.
Outside the church in Galata City, many Crusaders and Clergy spent the whole night in devout repentance.
Whether they were truly overawed by the divine favor Losa had displayed, or had long felt guilty for turning Blades and Guns against their brothers in Christ, now they wished only that Losa might forgive their sins and send them on to continue the campaign against the Heretics, so as to cleanse their guilt.
A Hermit from Gaul Aisne, eyes brimming with tears, climbed to a high place and cried out loudly:
