Saintess Marienne stood atop the broken ramparts, her pristine cloak fluttering in the morning wind. Below, her knights moved with discipline, repairing broken barricades and tending to the wounded.
Also killed the daemon survivors except their captain or lieutenant. After all, keeping them as prisoner would decrease the supply they get from this town.
Though, the holy people didnt dare to touch it, moreover eat it, but the King of Hyparia would like what they brought with them to add to their war supply.
The town was nearly secured.
Then the crystal on her belt flared to life.
She tapped it, expecting a report.
Instead, the voice of the royal advisor came through, urgent and sharp.
"By His Majesty's command, you are to return to the capital immediately, Saintess. The King requires your protection at once."
