At the confirmation that whatever unseen efforts she had gone through succeeded, the sickly girl's eyes widened. She seemed just as shocked to learn whatever it was that she had done had managed to revive the gods as anyone else. At least, if that had been her goal.

The little, frail girl was breathless, both from surprise and from her weak and sickly nature.

"I... my n-name..." she took a deep breath, but before she could speak further she was suddenly wrapped in a tight hug, her face vanishing into Ashte's chest.

Anyone listening closely enough may have been able to catch the name 'Flora' before her voice was completely muffled. While her struggles were weak, the fact she was squirming at all was likely a good sign in regards to her general health.

It was perhaps good that her ability to see was currently obstructed by the Goddess of Love and War's chest, as the unconscious man awoke with a scream of pain when his ankle was pierced by the white blade. His expression was obscured by his helmet, but it was doubtless one of agony as he writhed in pain for a few moments.

Perhaps unexpectedly, however, he seemed to recover after a moment, though his breathing was still ragged.

"You.. you don't know any of that?" he asked, his voice strained from the pain of his pierced ankle, "You're... you're the most ignorant heretics I've ever met! Nn... Don't think you'll get anything out of me, heathens, though I shall gladly tell you of the divine might of the Holy Emperor."

It was clear that what information could be extracted from him would likely be tinged with fanaticism.

"He will rise higher and higher, and burn all heresy from these lands! You... you're claiming to be gods, aren't you? You'll burn the longest!"

As he continued, his tone grew more maniac.

"That bastard Klois Knight didn't survive, and neither will any of you! We'll claim the Flower Priestess eventually, and all of you will burn!"

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