With Annie striking as if she were just playing around, there were no surprises: the battle in the inn ended the instant the golden light faded.
Under the Judgment unleashed by Clairet, the dozen or so grunts the other side had brought along—including Dar, the thin, gaunt clergyman—were scorched like meat over an open flame. They became dry corpses reeking of charred flesh and collapsed onto the inn's already somewhat blackened floor.
As everyone knew, the reason holy flame was called holy flame, and could cleanse and burn the Undead and evil, was that it possessed the high temperatures of ordinary fire. It wasn't merely for healing or redemption. So, beneath the holy flames of Judgment, those soldiers who had aided demons and that old man were unquestionably dead beyond any doubt!
And perhaps their souls, as ugly as their charred bodies, had been burned to ash by the holy flame as well?
However, the sudden burst of holy light energy and the forced possession by a Vengeful Spirit, like some heroic spirit, still left poor Clairet collapsing limply to the floor once the golden light faded. She promptly passed out in spectacular fashion, while the holy light that had burst forth earlier contracted and turned into a "glyph" that appeared in the middle of the skin on her exposed chest.
"Don't worry!"
☆(o*ω)
"She'll wake up after sleeping for a day or two!"
(-)
"I'm going to check on that idiot, Uncle Guts. Just take good care of her, okay?"
(ψ｀▽′)o
"Bye!"
Before leaving, Annie said a couple of things to the old priest, who was both startled and delighted and didn't know what to do as he held the unconscious Clairet. Then she Flash-ed and vanished from the spot.
After all, compared to the old priest whose name