In a neighborhood not far from City Hall, inside a restaurant that had long since been abandoned, a certain troublesome little girl sat on the counter, happily stuffing her face without a care in the world.
In fact, there really wasn't anyone else around now. At least, there were no living people.
Unlike the relatively clean restaurant, which was merely a little messy, the street outside was in complete disarray. Quite a few bodies lay on the road, and the men, women, and children of the city lay motionless in pools of blood.
"..."
(??~??) Chomp!
Annie paid no attention to what was happening outside. She just kept eating.
The people outside, the innocent residents of Priestella, had already been killed and dumped there by the Witch Cultists before she arrived.
And apart from those innocent victims, there were also plenty of signs of fighting outside, along with the bodies and blood of a few Witch Cultists—the ones dressed in dark red robes.
They were all bad guys who'd popped out and tried to attack Annie as soon as she got here. They'd had terrible luck. Of all the people they could have attacked, they'd picked her, the most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most powerful Arcane Archmage of all, and then...
And then there was no "then"!
Their entire squad had been knocked to the ground in an instant, never to get up and cause trouble again. Some had even been burned to ashes, and the traces of battle were the only pitiful proof that they'd ever existed.
"..."
(￣~￣)
Looking out the window into the distance,