'Should I say as expected of the 'Third Sword' of the Empire?'
Evan shook his head with a wry smile as he remembered the status update the Duke gave him.
'Apparently, no attacks on anything large enough to become a 'City' had succeeded after that first one, with only smaller towns on the outskirts of counties falling prey to the undead hordes.
But even that is being reduced as the Church of Artemisia's Paladins have been wiping them out in the process of making their way over here.
Way to go Artemisia!'
[The goddess 'Artemisia' puffs her chest in pride with a smug look on her face.]
"Pfft!"
The indirect message that appeared in front of him made Evan burst into laughter, barely managing to stop himself from spilling his wine as he imagined the figure of the goddess taking the actions the indirect message said she was.
[The goddess 'Artemisia' glares at a certain hero with displeasure.]
"...fine, I'd stop laughing, okay?"
