Parniel turned to Maurice, her gaze calm yet commanding.

“Who are you?”

Maurice found himself overwhelmed, not only by her towering stature but by the sheer power she had displayed, effortlessly hurling a superhuman through the air.

“I-I am Marquis Maurice McQuarry, commander-in-chief of the Ruthanian Kingdom’s army,” Maurice stammered.

Parniel’s eyes widened slightly at the revelation. The man’s rank was higher than she had anticipated.

Although she was a Saintess, a figure who transcended worldly statuses, she was not without manners. Bowing her head slightly, she spoke with respect.

“This is hardly the place to meet someone of your …