Very well.
Nona and Yvalin exchanged a glance, ready to spread the flames of battle to the other servants.
But just then, a steady and clear sound of footsteps entered the hall.
Both of them suddenly found their bodies stiffen, the active Technique Spirits in their souls huddled together, trembling, as the air grew heavy as lead, completely crushing their spines.
Cute children dressed in exquisite outfits filed in from the doors on both sides; they were momentarily confused by the disarray in the banquet hall, and then two Secret Guards in fully-covered black armor drew back the curtains, revealing a graceful figure veiled and clad in a purple embroidered long dress to the eyes of the guests.
The hall instantly fell silent, the haughty masters of great families, top figures of conglomerates, Holy Sanctuary Mages, all knelt on one knee, bowing their prestigious heads, greeting the Saint's arrival with awe-filled silence.
