While Elena, Flora, Clare, Miria, and the others kept an eye on a troublesome little girl as she enjoyed herself around the holy city of Rabona, they were also working closely with that priest Vincent to plan their takeover and figure out how to legitimize their existence. Meanwhile, far away in the far east, the Organization's headquarters in Starfort hadn't been idle either.
That day, more than a dozen powerful Awakened Ones had arrived from the far north, split into two groups. After several days of arduous travel, they had finally reached the edge of the territory controlled by the Organization's headquarters. They were on the verge of invading the headquarters and slaughtering everyone in sight.
Fortunately, before they could arrive, the Organization had completed the adjustments to its special No. 1 warrior, Alicia. So, naturally, at the Organization's unhurried command, Alicia had made her way to the outskirts of Starfort and was preparing to face the Awakened Ones about to invade the Organization's territory.
And there was more!
Because the matter was so serious, Galatea—who should have dutifully returned to the region under her responsibility and waited for orders—had appeared not far from the planned battlefield, spying on them.
"..."
It seemed that, as a No. 3 warrior, she wanted to see for herself what the No. 1 the Organization had kept hidden away and never allowed to fight was really like. As for what terrible consequences might follow if the Organization discovered she had disobeyed orders and gone off on her own again, she no longer cared. Having given up on the Organization completely, she had decided to let the chips fall where they may.
"Tch!"
"So that's Alicia, the No. 1?"
"Now that's ironic..."
"I'm a No. 3 in the Organization, and I didn't get to see