Parniel turned to Maurice, her gaze calm yet commanding.
âWho are you?â
Maurice found himself overwhelmed, not only by her towering stature but by the sheer power she had displayed, effortlessly hurling a superhuman through the air.
âI-I am Marquis Maurice McQuarry, commander-in-chief of the Ruthanian Kingdomâs army,â Maurice stammered.
Parnielâs eyes widened slightly at the revelation. The manâs rank was higher than she had anticipated.
Although she was a Saintess, a figure who transcended worldly statuses, she was not without manners. Bowing her head slightly, she spoke with respect.
âThis is hardly the place to meet someone of your standing. Allow me to deal with this foul creature first, and then we shall talk.â
âParniel, was it? Could it really be her?â
A chill ran down his spine. The name Parniel, combined with her massive stature and immense strength, brought a single figure to mind.
âThe Saintess of War!â
She was the Saintess of the Moriana Order, a sworn enemy of the Salvation Order who had opposed them in the shadows for years.
In times of strife, figures claiming to be saintesses or prophets often appeared, born of peopleâs desperation and fear. Most were false idols.
But Parniel was no ordinary figure. She was the genuine article, recognized by all the Orders as a true Saintess.
âHa... hahaha... So, youâve come here to die willingly,â Bicontis sneered.
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