"Though we haven't completely triumphed over the demons yet, we..."

It was that awkward time between morning and noon.

In the romantic city of Lowellina, Airan Decaroon, who had returned the previous night, was addressing soldiers and citizens gathered in the square.

Since it was a victory celebration, even the hero party members had dressed up nicely.

However, Arsil was still wearing her somewhat worn holy robes, as befitting her title as a saintess.

The only adornment she had was the hairpin that Lin had given her not long ago.

"There's no point in dragging on with a boring speech. …