"..."
In fact, it wasn't just Ricardo, the so-called Silver-Eyed Lion King, who was bewildered. Even the Awakened Ones' opponents—the surviving Claymores who could still stand and were preparing for one final, desperate battle—found it hard to believe.
At noon, they had clearly followed Commander Miria's orders and evacuated every resident from the entire town of Pieta. Everyone had packed up and left that afternoon, and the Claymores responsible for each district had gone door to door to check. They hadn't found a single person left behind.
So why, at this critical moment, had a drowsy little girl appeared on this deadly battlefield?
"!!"
"!?"
Of course, just like the other Claymores, Clare and Jean found the situation hard to believe. But unlike the others, who were worried and unsure what to do, they exchanged a startled glance and could no longer hide their delight.
"Is that her?"
"How could she be here...?"
But the one who was most concerned—and most incredulous—was Flora, the beautiful, gentle-looking Claymore with long, wavy blond hair.
After all, she had been responsible for the district near the plaza. She had indeed seen the troublesome little girl named Annie. When her attempts to persuade Annie had failed, she had gone downstairs without hesitation and sent several townspeople to bundle the girl into a carriage and take her along.
She had watched the townspeople hurry upstairs, then come back down soon afterward and drive away in the carriage. There was no way a few strong townspeople couldn't handle one little girl. She had only given them the task because she couldn't be bothered to do it herself.
In any case, she had never thought they would dare to brush her off, much less fail at something as simple as taking away a little girl.
But who