It was either the nearby garrison or something else, but their speed of action was unexpectedly fast; what surprised Minerva even more was that she couldn't use magic anymore.
Her connection with mana was completely severed, as if all the mana in this land had been drained—an abnormal phenomenon that made Minerva tremble.
Without the assistance of the Power of Miracles, she was just an ordinary, fragile girl, who, despite all her efforts, couldn't escape from the nets encircling her from all directions.
"Stand still! Don't move!"
Shadows skimmed across the ground. Shouts came from behind her—precise and articulate in the Charlemagne language, like mechanical, metallic calls, devoid of any emotion.
"Cease your pointless resistance!"
"Stand still, don't move!!"
"Stand still!!"
In a blink, Elf soldiers clad in green uniforms appeared from all around, with the sight of black gun barrels and indifferent gazes filling her vision.
