When the sixth Rainbow Rain nourished all the artificers, Sonia's and Freya's Rainbow Holy Grails finished condensing as well. But compared to the two of them surviving the disaster, the ones who truly breathed a sigh of relief were the Multistar Artificer Legion—the roaming artificers had long since been slaughtered into collapse by them, leaving only the Multistar artificers ordered to clear the field with no choice but to keep holding on.
Thank goodness it was over. Otherwise, this tiny handful of Multistar artificers would have been kicked back to reality by them too.
They did not even know how they were supposed to write the report when they got back. If they said that several hundred of them had been cut through by seven beautiful girl artificers, would their superiors think they had watched Daedalus too much?
It was not just the Multistar artificers. Every artificer who entered this scene was utterly baffled—even if these seven female artificers knew each other, that did not mean they could necessarily trust one another, right? An opportunity like the Rainbow Holy Grail was precious down to every single drop, a once-in-a-millennium chance. Even the Phantom Prophet's Inheritance might not compare. Even family could turn against each other over it. So why could they stand united?
What exactly connected them?
Watching the artificers disperse like the tide, the Veela simply collapsed onto the blue brick floor, hugged the Sword Maiden's thigh, and said, "I'm so tired—"
Sonia glanced at the open-air cafe nearby. "Let's go sit over there for a bit, and distribute the spoils while we're at it."
Freya spread her arms toward her and blinked. "I don't want to walk. Can you carry me over?"
Sonia froze slightly, then burst into laughter. She crouched down and picked Freya up in a