"They are the ones—"
Cecilia's surprised question was cut off as Arkai and Eastiel jumped back down into the basin, their arms already reaching for her and the young Saintess.
No, no, no. This was bad. Cecilia knew how busy the Saintess was, especially now, after a disaster of this magnitude.
The purification teams were waiting. Lilyca was needed, urgently, to cleanse the corruption that had seeped into the dam and the reservoir and the very earth itself. There was still a ton of contamination to purify, and it was true that she couldn't hold Lilyca back.
The girl had a duty and a sacred obligation. The world's governments were probably already mobilizing to secure her, to transport her, keeping her safe and controlled and perpetually in demand.
But Cecilia needed time. Answers. She had asked that question in the first place because she wanted to compare how a Saintess in this world worked compared to the Saintess in her own world—
But this was beyond what she had imagined!
