"Lady Onora, the Mad Fire has extinguished, was it your doing? Only you could have managed it!"
"Lady Onora! Thank you for saving me just now!"
"Lady Onora, Lady Onora, the consumption of supplies this time is less than originally estimated!"
As the Mad Fire burning within Fran Fort completely extinguished, Onora tread upon the wet ground, heading towards the Small Safe Zone.
She hadn't even entered within the bounds of the safe zone when a large number of Demon Clan soldiers surrounded her with a "splash," chattering noisily.
Those who couldn't squeeze in had no choice but to remain on the outskirts, lifting both hands high and jumping in place, hoping their High Priest's gaze might fall upon them.
To be glanced at by Onora was truly the highest honor!
And over by Onora.
The expression on her face never changed, in the soldiers' eyes, this was the composed demeanor a High Priest ought to have; even if her face looked somewhat detached, it was understandable.
