When the Guardian Legion returned to Lokarot unscathed, the cheers of the citizens resounded throughout the entire city. The distant black pillar of light was dissipating, everything was like a tense drama, and they were all excited spectators. Ladies stood behind their own windowsills, scattering the pure white petals they had prepared in advance over the heads of the Guardians as if it had been rehearsed.
Everything was so harmonious.
Frey was tallying the number of casualties from the battle with the commander of the Fire Bath Legion.
"Three recruits..."
"What happened! What were the veterans who were supposed to protect the recruits doing!"
"At that moment, the group consciousness was temporarily severed, and those three recruits charged to the very front..."
Frey took a deep breath, "Bring them here, I will beg His Highness Raphael to personally bless them."
