"The fire disaster… Has it been slightly contained?"
"Who was that woman just now?"
"I don't know, but what's certain is that she must be a noble deity, such a fire can only be extinguished by a deity, and only a deity would have such compassion to come to our rescue!"
The tens of thousands of survivors had now gradually gathered together from all directions.
Although they did not recognize Morrigan, despite her eccentric behavior, proclaiming she wished to slaughter all of Alster while continuously saving the survivors, everyone unanimously considered her a benevolent god.
It just seemed a bit contradictory.
Just as the survivors who had narrowly escaped death began to recover and were in the mood to discuss Morrigan's identity, a sound of harp music suddenly came from the high platform of the palace not far from the gathering place.
"This is…"
Some of the nobles quickly recognized the piece.
It was the same piece they had heard before Cu Chulainn's battle banquet.
