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“I’m sorry, Lady Vyzoa. I acted on my own without thinking…”
In a room of a hospital in the capital, the Holy Maiden Ldorza lay in bed. Every time she spoke, her bones creaked in protest.
“It’s all right. I understand. Just rest now.” The Holy Queen Vyzoa smiled gently as she stroked Ldorza’s hair. “You came back alive. That’s more than enough.”
The Holy Maiden Mouzel, who had carried the near-dead Ldorza back to the city in her arms, was resting in a separate room. Her life was not in danger, but she was utterly spent from exhausting every last drop of her sacred power.
“When that thing appeared, my mind went completely blank. And in the end, I dragged Mouzel into danger too…” Still lying in bed, Ldorza turned her gaze toward the window. She had been unconscious for two full days since losing awareness after the battle with the Beast Demon Girelgal. Her body still had no strength left in it.
Leaning back in her chair, Vyzoa followed Ldorza’s gaze out the window. A small family of birds was pecking at berries on a branch.
Ldorza was a formidable force in her own right as a Holy Maiden. Even so, challenging a mid-class Beast Demon alone was reckless beyond measure. Under normal circumstances, she would never have done such a thing. But she had watched her parents be burned alive before her very eyes. No one could blame her for losing herself.
As Vyzoa searched for the right words to say, an explosion shattered the stillness.
The startled birds took flight all at once.
Vyzoa rushed to the window — and what she saw was lightning, raining down upon the city.
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