The Daughter of Dawn had been fighting Juliana's Chaos God avatar, but the moment she saw Maxim descend from the captain's chair with Long Night's Guard in hand, Fiona immediately leaped out of the fray. She grabbed the disassembled Ames the Devout and shot down toward the Astral Colossus like a golden meteor.
She might not have been the brightest kid, but even while being a dutiful daughter, she still had a brain.
She'd volunteered to come to the Astral Colossus for Old Ao precisely to protect her incompetent guardian, Murphy. She'd been afraid that Murphy, who was no good at fighting, might get trapped in a hopeless situation by the shadows of Chaos and get himself killed.
That conversation with Juliana before the battle had been heartfelt, too.
That was what happened when a promising daughter had an inept guardian. She might complain now and then, but when it mattered, she'd always show up. She'd even hoped to see Murphy thank the mighty Daughter of Dawn with a fawning grin for saving his life.
But as it turned out, her guardian was apparently just a tiny bit—no, a whole lot—stronger than she'd imagined.
He wasn't even here!
He'd fooled not only the shadows of Chaos, but even the forces of Order. Old Ao, that sly old fox, must have known about her guardian's plan, yet he'd kept quiet and let her worry.
Tsk. People who played these tactical games were all rotten to the core!
But Murphy's decision to use the entire Astral Realm, on the verge of revival, as a decoy in a stage magician's close-up trick proved that whatever he was doing now was far more important than the mere survival of the Astral Realm.
And he definitely had a whole series of plans in place.
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