"I know Your Majesty still harbors hope that these fellows might suppress me, deplete my strength. To earn Your Majesty's trust, I'm willing to do some work myself...
Anyway, I used to worry about the palace's trivial matters often."
Margaret leaned against the towering spire of the palace, looking down at the scattered clergy below. The emperor of Eastern Holy Land huddled in his chair, unable to move, only able to smell the stench outside, despair closing his eyes.
Honestly, there weren't many casualties on the scene, but all those who could wield magic had been stripped of their ability to summon elements by Margaret. Feria had done something similar at Gela Academy before.
Saint Sebastian, irritated, rubbed against Margaret, occasionally asking, "Is it not over yet? Is it not over yet? You humans are so troublesome..."
Margaret firmly grasped his horn. The black-haired, red-eyed youth emitted a dissatisfied and trembling whimper.
