At last, no more princes or princesses were falling from the sky, nor were any other strange things dropping down.
Yu Sheng silently withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at the figures in the open ground ahead. They had already calmed down and were now either resting quietly or talking in low voices.
Around them, the ground that had once been covered by rose bushes, the smoke of artillery fire, roaring flames, and the like had completely returned to the wasteland's original appearance. None of the things that had briefly spread from the nightmare had managed to leave any traces behind in this "shelter."
A proud tabby cat strutted through the crowd with its chest puffed out, making a circuit of the surroundings as if on patrol. Several "guards" followed at its side, dressed in armor, robes, and leather armor and carrying various weapons. Only when it reached Yu Sheng did it nod and rub its head against his leg. "Mm, I'm very satisfied, meow."
Yu Sheng couldn't help glancing at the guards accompanying the "King." These "followers," dressed like a standard adventurer party from a story, looked almost human at first glance, though their expressions were slightly stiff. When he looked at them, the "adventurers" even nodded back at him with solemn faces.
"We are the King's Blades!" the "warrior" in medieval plate armor suddenly declared in a booming voice.
Eileen was startled, then muttered under her breath, "...They look just like living people."
"We are the King's Blades!" The "female archer" in leather armor heard Eileen's mutter and also suddenly shouted in a booming yet somewhat wooden voice.
The fur on Huli's ears stood slightly on end, and she retreated behind Yu Sheng while greeting the "guards" summoned by the King. "Uh... hello."
"Hello!" the "mage"