"It was just petrification, not death; I don't understand why there would be crying. Isn't this better than turning into a pile of bones? Of course, for Ange, it makes no difference; he'd be happy even if they turned into a pile of bones since he governs the Undead."
Gonia burst into laughter, her tears mixing with snot bubbles, and she swiftly rushed over to hug the first reanimated baby, then carefully helped the reanimated Battle Priestesses one by one, afraid that they might bump into something and get hurt.
One of the Battle Priestesses opened her eyes with difficulty, and upon seeing Gonia, she weakly said, "It's the leader... you've come back... that's great... save the child..."
"They are right here, sleeping soundly." Gonia showed the other sleeping baby in her hand, who continued to sleep peacefully after the petrification was lifted, bubbles forming at its mouth.
"That's... wonderful..." The Battle Priestess said, then peacefully passed out with relief.
