-Anyway, first we had to sort out the food.
-Anyway, first we had to hand out clothes.
-Anyway, first we had to pitch tents and give people somewhere to stay.
-Anyway, first we had to take the injured to a doctor.
After a few days of these "anyway, first" tasks, they finally got all the town's survivors settled.
They stayed for several days because living in tents was no long-term solution, especially with children, elderly people, the injured, and even a few women who had just given birth.
With their formidable construction capabilities, they converted the undamaged part of town into a camp for the elderly and children among the refugees, quickly putting up simple homes with roofs.
The sight left the townspeople and Marines staring, slack-jawed.
Surely no one in this world would help others for free without getting anything out of it.
So the refugees waited anxiously, wondering when these people would ask for repayment, and what they would demand.
Yet right up to the very end, the Great Angel and the knights under his command asked for nothing in return.
When it was time to part, some people even shed tears of sorrow.
Watching the sailing airship ride the wind away, the townspeople could not help smiling wryly.
Their selfless help had truly touched them.
But they could not help wondering, Could people that kind really survive?
They were just too kind, weren't they?... Could they keep this up?
As for the supposed "ten-year interest-free loans" and "first pick of shop locations," the townspeople saw those as trivial requests made only to spare their fragile feelings.
They could only watch as the Angel departed with a smile and a jaunty air, accepting no gifts of thanks.
Afterward, just as in the other places the Great Angel had