Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

world outside.

An angel was sitting on a raised rock in a daze.

On this battlefield, there is theoretically no room for a combat power like a high-level demigod to stand by for a moment.

War is complex and grand, every soldier is essential, and every sacrifice is valuable.

But a super weapon must be counteracted by another super weapon, without exception.

The masters here have no manners. Their daily routine is to be ordered around by friendly forces on different lines of defense, and they work hard without complaining.

therefore.

For her, even just a moment of tranquility is already difficult.