"Ask Dila what's going on from the sky," Peilin said gravely as she rolled down the car window.
"Yes."
Considering that the communications system in this area had already fallen into complete disarray, the Valkyrie in the passenger seat leaned out the window and used a high-powered flashlight to communicate with the Valkyrie aboard the helicopter.
Half a minute later, having received accurate information, the Valkyrie climbed back into the SUV and concisely reported, "Two Herrschers are fighting."
"Herrschers? Two of them? Didn't Theresa say there was only one Third Herrscher? Where did the other one come from?!" Peilin's face turned terrifyingly grim. She immediately smacked the driver on the head. "What's the point of us going up against two Herrschers? Are we looking to die?! Retreat, retreat, retreat! Two Herrschers... let Anti-Entropy worry about them. Return to base and report to the Bishop! See what his plan is!"
"Yes." The driving Valkyrie covered her forehead with one hand while yanking the steering wheel with the other. With a beautiful drifting turn, she spun the vehicle around on the road and retreated at twice the speed they had advanced.
After returning to an area with stable communications, Peilin immediately contacted Otto at headquarters. "Bishop, this is Peilin. The current situation is... Understood."
"The Bishop has permitted our branch not to participate in the battle. He intends to let the two Herrschers fight each other. We only need... someone to remain here and wait for Lady Durandal to arrive, then observe the situation with her."
Though they called it observing the situation, they all understood Otto's true meaning. They were to wait for the two Herrschers to finish fighting, then follow behind Durandal and claim the spoils.
They had been doing this sort of work—picking off stragglers and stabbing people in