A Conversation with Aglaea

The refugees stirred slightly. They looked toward the unfamiliar city, their eyes briefly dazed, before quickly turning their gazes back to Hua Yi, awaiting this lord's instructions.

"Next—"

Hua Yi rubbed Tribbie's head.

"You're the Saintess of [Path], and these people are believers. Don't you think you should say a few words?"

"Ah?... Oh!"

Tribbie finally came back to herself. Facing the refugees, her cute little face was full of solemn earnestness.

"Everyone, perhaps in your eyes, the Worldbearing Titan who shelters the holy city is a foreign god. But we swear in the name of the Gate of Myriad Paths: so long as even one Chrysos Heir still draws breath, Okhema will protect every child of the Titans, without distinction."

Though she looked like a little girl, the way she swore her oath at that moment was solemn and dignified, wholly worthy of her title as Saintess.

The old priest's concerns had not been wrong.

Okhema had taken in too many refugees, and problems such as dwindling Supplies and overcrowding had begun to emerge. Yet the Chrysos Heirs with golden blood—the Heroes who pursued the flame—had always stood firm in their resolve to take everyone in and protect everyone.

It was only that the Black Tide was too terrifying. Even though the Chrysos Heirs were stronger than Ordinary People, and some had even inherited the authority of the Titans to become demigods, they had still failed to achieve true salvation.

Boom!

The sudden Explosion Sound startled everyone.

At some unknown point, fireballs had appeared in the sky, shooting toward Okhema. In the distance, a great number of stone-carved monsters emerged in neat ranks, actually forming a siege formation.

"They're soldiers of the Mad King Nikador! How did they chase us here from the Abyss of Fate... Are they planning