As the blinding light of the Yang Sword gradually faded, the Witch Cult's Sin Archbishop of Wrath—the bandage-wrapped freak—had vanished without a trace. Not even a speck remained. Where he had stood, there was now only a deep trench, carved open and melted by the sword.
At the same time, the Yang Sword had also destroyed the entrance to the watergate control tower, more than a hundred paces behind the bandage-wrapped freak. The shattered bricks revealed the bodies of the staff and guards strewn across the floor inside, killed by Witch Cultists at some unknown point.
"Ah!"
"S-So amazing..."
"Is that woman Priscilla Barielle, one of the five royal candidates?"
"That's right!"
"She's the Scarlet Bride. You'd have to be a fool to mess with her!"
"Yeah!"
"I heard she has the Divine Protection of the Sun, and that her magic affinity is Yang. She can draw a Yang Sword from thin air, and it'll cut through and incinerate anything she wants. That must've been the sword that just let off that blinding flash!"
"That attack was terrifyingly powerful..."
"But using her ultimate move right off the bat? That's reckless, isn't it?"
"Tch, enough. We can't presume to understand the great ones' plans. And keep your voices down—she's got quite the temper, and she's as arrogant as they come!"
"Right..."
After Priscilla Barielle had suddenly unleashed her trump card, drawn the Yang Sword from thin air, and killed the Witch Cult's Sin Archbishop of Wrath in a single stroke—despite his being in less than ideal condition—she tossed the sword back into thin air. The Iron Fang mercenaries of the Hoshin Company who had come with her were astounded, and soon began whispering among themselves behind her.
"Hmm?"
"All of you, be quiet!"
As she put away her Yang Sword and