The surroundings fell briefly silent.
The expressions on White Night's face and those of the surrounding Night Doctors froze. White Night stopped dead in his tracks.
Sis... Sister Matriarch...
Wh... what did that mean??
Hadn't he only just contacted Sir Awen? So now he was...
And in the very next moment, amid a burst of background noise, a voice they knew and revered all too well soon came from the other end.
"Ly... nn?"
Accompanied by the soft scratching of a magic array being inscribed, the Self-Binding Angel's slightly hesitant, uncertain voice came through.
"Is something wrong?"
Everyone's brains buzzed, and their expressions instantly turned to (꒪Д꒪).
Yes, that was indeed their Matriarch's voice.
But why was Lynn calling the Matriarch now? Hadn't he just contacted Sir Awen? And hadn't Sir Awen already said he would warp them a weapon powerful enough to deal with that servant's bio-armor?!
Something was off! Something was seriously off!
Lynn was still pressing his temple, but he switched to a completely different tone and said with a ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) expression:
"Yes! Of course something's wrong, and it's serious! Sister Matriarch, I'm outside Dark Night City fighting the Flesh God Cult with Uncle White Night. They ambushed us, and we've suffered devastating losses. In less than two hours, dozens of our comrades have already died at those monsters' hands!"
"We can't hold out anymore, Sister Matriarch!! They're about to break through our defenses! We need reinforcements! We need your support, Sister Matriarch!"
"..."
The breeze whistled past.
Every Night Doctor outside the church stood petrified on the spot.
White Night's expression slowly shifted from stiffness and bewilderment to utter shock. In the end, he even instinctively staggered back two steps, trembling.
He seemed to have finally understood Lynn's real objective.
"Saturation requests