Without the slightest hesitation, Seitenshi immediately lifted her tattered skirt and bowed deeply in that direction.
Her movements were proper and elegant, beyond reproach.
Even as the wound on her forehead began seeping blood again with the movement, even as her body trembled slightly with pain, her bearing remained impeccable.
The last dignity of a ruler of a fallen nation facing her judge.
Behind her.
The [Cursed Children] also grew flustered at the sight.
Most of them had received little etiquette instruction and could only clumsily imitate Seitenshi, bending at the waist in a jumble. Some bowed so sharply they nearly bumped into the companions in front of them, while others were so nervous they did not know where to put their hands.
Watching this scene.
Especially that group of [Cursed Children] trying so hard to express their respect.
Haimo's previously calm gaze instantly softened.
"Stand up."
"I don't like people bending over when they speak to me."
"I can't see your faces that way."
Haimo raised a hand slightly, and everyone's bodies were immediately lifted upright.
At those words.
Seitenshi froze for a moment before slowly straightening.
The children also raised their heads one after another, though their eyes remained somewhat timid, and they hardly dared to meet Haimo's gaze.
Especially the few [Cursed Children] standing a little farther back.
They were [Initiators], and they still clutched their weapons tightly.
Earlier, while protecting Lady Seitenshi along the way, they had fought their way through and saved quite a few humans.
But now.
Before God, who had brought down divine punishment, those weapons had become hot potatoes instead.
Nervously, they put their hands behind their backs, trying to hide their weapons, their little faces full of unease.
After all.
Their earlier actions of fighting the Gastrea to protect humans had