Fyari raised an eyebrow mischievously and said, "So you're saying your skills are just so-so, like those spectators eating melons over there?"
"Eating melons?"
Black blinked at first, then quickly realized this must be some kind of otherworldly banter, and nodded lightheartedly: "Let's put it this way, Sister Fyari, I consider myself somewhat skilled in command. Perhaps the Church might exaggerate my merits a little, but a few months ago, the reason the Saint Army managed to severely injure the Queen of Wounds and throw the Blood Barbarians into chaos was indeed because of some of my suggestions."
"So?"
Fyari slouched in her chair, casually popping a piece of dried fruit into her mouth, and asked vaguely, "What are you trying to say?"
"What I mean is very simple, Sister Fyari."
