While the uprising propaganda of a rising cult took place, MF got back to the center of Domeniul Ceresc where Anvriel was with a satisfied expression.
And that satisfaction also came together with a huge relief of succeeding the barricading of her ballistic coping mechanism of being stared at by a group of more than ten living beings.
'Why has fate wanted me to make a lot of public speech lately? If I hadn't hurriedly simplified my grand 20 page script of speech within my brain, I would've attacked the ground with my unconscious head…'
It was a bliss that she managed to get a cold feet before stepping on hot stones.
"Whatever, it's time to play with Anvriel, I guess~"
