"Claire!?"

Claire's scream was heard, but Alice couldn’t even make a sound.

When recalling what Sylvia had said before coming here, it was obvious that Sylvia was the center of this situation.

Though Sylvia had used some kind of power to get here, it seemed that even Sylvia didn’t know whether it was truly the power of a goddess.

The force she wielded was distinctly different from the divine powers of the priests that were often seen. If Sylvia’s power truly came from a goddess, it was impossible to understand why it was so different from the divine power the priests used.

So, unless it was Sylvia herself, no one would truly understand the situation, which was why they had all gathered to help her carry out her plan.

Sylvia, who had been stabbed in the back, didn’t make a sound.

No, her expression didn’t change either.

Her eyes were unfocused, as though looking into the distance—was it because she had been stabbed?

Claire shouted as she charged forward. A few knights tried to stop her, but one by one, they fell to the incoming gunfire.

Alice also ran.

Blood—blood was flowing. The wound visible on the Emperor’s body was not the source of the blood. It was clearly Sylvia’s blood.

Having ripped off the ruined gauntlet, there was nothing left to protect Sylvia’s back—

Bang!

But the next moment, a sound rang out.

"...Ah!"

The light returned to Sylvia’s previously unfocused eyes.@@novelbin@@

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