Stormveil Chapel.
It stood west of Stormveil Castle, on the rocky island across from the cliffside mountain. The narrow strait was all that separated it from the castle, and it was like a lighthouse for Stormveil.
On a clear day, anyone standing on the western wall of Stormveil Castle could probably see the chapel's gates, the patterns on its crumbling brick eaves, and even the carvings on its pillars.
And now, a certain troublesome little girl had returned here once again.
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Annie paid no attention to the "Magma Wyrm Knights" busy cleaning up the chapel on the rocky island. They were apparently planning to restore it as a stronghold and bring it within Stormveil Castle's defensive perimeter. She simply bounced along on her own.
Come to think of it, even Annie hadn't expected to return here again—and as its owner, no less.
It really was rather dramatic when she thought about it.
Though Annie had never wanted to be the owner of this place, let alone the ruler of Stormveil Castle, she had been careless back then. On a whim, she'd mixed together the vengeful spirits and ashes of those innocent victims of grafting, summoned them in the form of "Magma Wyrms," and even given them the "life" of physical bodies and the freedom to act as they pleased.
So naturally, those fellows had acclaimed her as the ruler of Stormveil Castle. And there was no refusing the position.
But Annie didn't really care whether she was a ruler or not. She'd been the king of plenty of places before, so one more made no difference.
Since they insisted she take the title, she might as well. It was just a title, after all. She wasn't going to actually manage anything, so there was no need to take