[i]Tch, this is bad! We’re late[/i]

Lunatea cursed under her breath the moment she and the others reached the town. The town was already under assault. Everything was burning and the villagers were slaughtering the innocent townsfolks by the dozens. They were even dragging them out of their houses!

[i]Pillagers! Murderers! Have they no honor?[/i]

And so, when they spotted a squad of Varjan Brigands cornering a man and his child, she did not hesitate.

Her eyes lit up. And her skirt as well, as her panties drew mana from their surroundings.
And then, she fired.

A powerful gust of wind came out from her palms, blasting the brigands where they stood. It lifted them up, spun them around in the air, before dropping them back down, head first. As the magic of the Sylph was merciful, it wouldn’t kill them. But the force was enough to knock them all out.

Make no mistake. It wasn’t that Lunatea was a pacifist. It was just that most of the magic items the monsters crafted to fight their wars were designed not to kill, as they would rather convert the invading army to their side rather than to slaughter them.

She watched as Samael walked in to save the man. [i]Good thinking.[/i] And Wnyndressa was pulling her weight as well in combat.

“On it!” she replied to her command. Her eyes scanned the rest of the village and she began blasting the brigands with her wind one by one, focusing first on those closest to a villager. She was quickly drawing attention to herself, both from her assault from the fact that she flashed her panties every time she cast her spells.