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The head of the skeleton monster fell to the ground as Artoria sliced off its head.
Doing the same to her blade, she allowed the blood splash on the ground.
"That was the last one." Tristan spoke, riding his horse near Artoria.
"The rest of the cult members have been apprehended by the knights, including the ones hiding in the Underground like his majesty said."
"Good."
Artoria looked around, to see some of the soldiers carefully packing the dead bodies of the beast people inside the wagon.
It was tradition to burn the dead bodies of those who died as a result of conflict, so their souls do not linger in the painful reality they lived in.
Closing her eyes, Artoria acknowledged the deaths of her subjects.
Merlins suddenly landed in front of Artoria, gripping her staff in her grasp.
"Your highness, we have a problem."
Artoria opened her eyes, "What is it?"
