The explosions continued relentlessly. The surrounding soldiers' eardrums throbbed from the shockwaves, and two small houses near the breach were blown apart by the aftershock.
"What terrifying power… Lady Alice has taken action."
In Alice's hand, a mass of swirling orange-red flames churned, from which fiery butterflies continuously emerged.
"The Flame Divine Chosen… shouldn't they have mostly perished along with the Purple Gold Empire?" Veronica sighed, glancing at Alice's hair. "Judging by your hair color, you must be a refugee from the Purple Gold Empire. To betray your country so quickly and throw yourself into a new embrace… how amusing."
"I've always been a citizen of the Sacred Griffin Empire." Alice lowered her gaze.
That was true. She had been born in the Sacred Griffin Empire—her hair color simply set her apart from those around her.
