"They've hidden themselves with all sorts of formations, but the stench of death is unmistakable. With just that one attack, we are certain that at least a few thousand of them have burned into nothingness… just keep watching, madam, and after giving you the victory, I hope you will not stint on the praise when you speak to His Holiness."
The Bishop's face finally melted and a smile came on the corner of her lips when this report appeared from a disk floating in the centre of the room.
In one corner of it, there was a bundle of rags that one might almost mistake for nothing more than that, but now and then, it would twitch as if someone was under it.
It twitched more strongly now than ever before while the report echoed in the room, and noticing this, the Bishop turned toward it and said, "Will you stay silent and watch, now?"
