"A Fallen Apostle! We caught a Fallen Apostle—well, you caught a Fallen Apostle. I admit it seemed like I didn't help much, but this isn't the time to discuss such minor details!"
Viska, who had never known what propriety, shame, or ladylike behavior meant, lay calmly on the ground for a while before rolling to her feet. She casually dusted herself off, though naturally, given a goddess's special nature, there was not a speck of dust on her.
"A lively, kicking Fallen Apostle!"
Viska added one final sigh.
I had to admit that this Rogue's talent for phrasing was truly terrifying. How could she use the words "lively and kicking" in a situation like this without changing expression?
At first, I was bombarded by the Rogue Goddess's startling movements and incoherent babbling and had no idea what she meant. Only now did I catch the meaning of her words, and my face immediately filled with shock. "Wait! What did you say? You caught a Fallen Apostle? Alive? Why is someone only reporting this now?"
"Because we only just found out there was a prisoner," Viska said carelessly, waving a hand as she pulled me toward the teleporter. "Come with me first. We'll talk as we walk—the guy was seriously unlucky. Back then, Shilin officers were said to be the hardest soldiers in the entire multiverse to capture, because the moment they saw things were beyond saving, they would immediately shout 'Long live the Empire!' and charge forward to self-destruct gloriously. The one we caught today was probably the same, but he was too unlucky... Your Older Sister's cursed beacon landed right on his cockpit without missing, and he was so unlucky that he never even got the chance to self-destruct. But you should ask the experts for the specifics. Sandora