After withdrawing her gaze, a faint sense of doubt rose in Ivette's heart.
She believed she was not so easily fooled by illusions, just as she believed the local Overlord would not send such a high-caliber army to suppress a nobody like her who had only just emerged.
So someone really had been watching this place just now—and it was a deity who had mastered the Faith Method.
Since this was the Western Continent, could it be a Demon God?
But if it was a Demon God, why use such a crude, obvious, and troublesome method to test her?
And if it was not a Demon God—were there other deities on the Western Continent capable of using the Faith Method?
Soon, as Ivette sank into thought over that question, Grus the "Dream Demon," who had been kicked flying, climbed back to his feet within the still-shocked military camp.
He looked utterly disheveled. Though his physique and the exceptionally high-quality alchemical plate armor he wore had spared him from serious injury, he was still covered in dust. More importantly, cracks had spread across the armor's surface from the earlier impact, while the magical glow within flickered unsteadily. It was clearly badly damaged.
"Witch—" Under his subordinates' tense gazes, Grus drew the black greatsword from his back, his voice becoming especially low. "You—just which Court do you belong to?"
In the brief time between hitting the ground and getting back up, he had immediately searched through every notable female Demon Race powerhouse on the Western Continent, yet none matched the young woman before him. Moreover, if he had guessed correctly, she had not kicked him away through sheer strength, but with some unknown magic.
What kind of magic was that? Why had he never even heard of it? And just who