Ambo gave a dazzling smile and saluted her former captain in the tradition of Psychic Hunters. She took a deep breath and said:
"Goodbye, Transylvania!"
"Yeah, goodbye Transylvania."
Natalie nodded.
She watched Ambo and the other scouts ride past the side gate of the Pioneer Fortress, a place usually guarded by soldiers and gendarmes, yet deserted today.
Natalie looked back towards the main fortress.
On the second, third, and highest floors, almost all the commanders of the Exploration Corps who had fought side by side with the Witch Hunters over the past decade were there.
In the past, these men looked down on Witch Hunters, due to the severity of the impact caused by Avalon Church's betrayal.
But after the war, seeing their comrades again persecuted by the Circle Tower, even the most arrogant officers felt sympathy and couldn't bear it.
This is a military camp.
We are all soldiers!
