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The Imperator of Heaven wasn’t quite sure how to feel about this whole situation. While yes, their forces had lost, it was through puzzling means. In the end, the only one still left on the battlefield to face the High Queen had been Ciel to her knowledge. The rest of the Angels seemed to have just…disappeared. Torag was probably conducting research of his own somewhere while the others were no doubt bolstering similar actions. Supposedly.

As she mused on these thoughts, her hand lowered down her throne to scratch the ear of the sleeping Beastkin that had reported this battle’s progress to her. She had been the one to inform her of Arotoria’s existence…right before even the Beastkin had forgetten her existence. Indeed, this battle had yielded many an interesting result, both the wolf girl’s erasure from reality and the rise of a new beast.

Although she hadn’t witnessed Titanica, she no doubt sensed it and that much concerned her. She doubted Ciel would give her direct answers for privacy reasons; besides, Ciel had no real allegiance to Heaven. No, if she wanted to know about this force, she needed to consult with the two who had given her guidance earlier. [color=gold]“Send me Iona and Juno,”[/color] she called out to her guards, watching as they moved away to do just that. As she did so, the Imperator suddenly blinked in sharp surprise. [color=gold]“I sense…where has Hildr gone?”[/color]

Back in Hell, all who had returned would find themselves a good distance away from the Throne Room. By no means was it any tampering on Lucille’s part, but rather the slime girl called Luci for…obvious reasons. The doors to the Throne Room were locked shut with only the queen’s daughter to stand watch and guard. Judging by the sound of heavy objects being thrown and smashed apart, this was probably a good thing.

Of course, Hell’s defeat needed to be reported eventually. But only the bravest or most idiotic would dare to try and approach the Queen of Hell at the moment. Perhaps passing the news onto Luci would save face? At the very least, it would save anyone from having their heads bashed open repeatedly.