Marta had been gazing at the little light in the Realm of Rest, utterly losing track of time.
Then, all of a sudden, she sensed the faint will the light was conveying to her.
[…My lord. Do you need me now?]
Overwhelmed by intense joy, she roused her soul. Only now did she feel she could understand how the senior souls had felt whenever they excitedly rushed off at their lord’s summons.
She hurriedly flew to Delcross, only to arrive just as two groups of people were teetering on the verge of a clash.
Freed from the limitations of a physical body, her mind immediately grasped the entire situation.
And also what role her lord wanted her to play.
Whoosh!
Marta quickly manifested herself and stepped between the two groups.
At once, the believers who had been frantically charging toward the caravan stopped in their tracks as one, as though bewitched by something.
“…It’s an angel!”
“The Little Goat God has sent us an angel!”
It was still the dark hour before dawn.
The sight of a mature woman appearing in a pale glow possessed more than enough power to captivate the hearts of those who saw her.
Whenever the hems of her plain clothes fluttered, the air vibrated faintly, and those reverberations sent gentle echoes through the depths of the people’s hearts.
“A-an angel?”
Even the mercenaries, who had been radiating a murderous air,…