Professor Sylph remained cautious, focusing all her attention on checking whether the seal on the "Orb of Truth" was flawless.
The "Blood Source Sword Saint" caught her breath, a gentle smile appearing on her face. Then her entire body collapsed into motes of magical starlight.
Wind Spirit King Sylph reached out and caught the falling "Holy Sword Spell."
Professor Jones stood atop the flying dragon, flexing the fingers of his mechanical arm with lingering satisfaction.
Professor Lily flipped over onto Dragapult's belly, forcing it to fly over while lying on its back.
The Blue-Eyes Alternative White Dragon flew beneath the exhausted Montilfali City Lord, giving her a place to rest.
Inside the Pumpkin Carriage, Victor Gaude asked nervously, "Did the seal succeed?"
Ophelia looked at the "Blood Source Sword Saint" as she returned to her Magitech Card and considered her words. "It should have succeeded."
She had never seen what a sealed Demon King looked like, but she could feel that the aura she despised beyond all else had vanished completely.
Professor Medea finally opened her eyes, carefully putting away the "Great Prophecy" before saying, "There is no room for error."
In other words, it had been confirmed beyond doubt!
With the astrologer's assurance, everyone inside the carriage unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
Though the war had appeared to go remarkably smoothly so far—
the entire battle had been like dancing on a tightrope, perilous to the extreme.
Aside from Professor Lily and the maids, nearly everyone had already given their all.
The Demon King's strength had been expected, but the strength of the Demon Race under his command had exceeded all expectations.
If those demons had possessed the resolve to die for the Demon King, the difficulty of this war would have risen by at least two