The Southern Victory

Meanwhile, a group of women observed the southern town recently liberated by the royal academy knights from a cliff.

"Lady Freyja, the awakening of a Devil confirmed. The class is Monarch. But results show the subject hasn't quite reached that level of power." A woman's cold voice, almost inanimate, sent a report to the tallest woman sitting on a large rock with her gaze fixated on a single spot away from the town. "No, the results aren't definite. Only the Monarch lineage is, but..."

Freyja didn't respond. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits showing a slight golden light as she watched the medical tent without movement.

"The knights are currently treating the subject. However, his female companions will continue his care. We have observed irregularities in all of them, and most have a physical connection with the subject."

"I see." Freyja's voice was both beautiful and fearsome, capable of attracting others or freezing them with fear.