Not long after the meeting in the consulate, Erika was standing in the collapsed church of Hamleth. Guiding the workers teleported in from Aranuvia, she was directing the construction herself with some help from Mino, Maine, and Arche. Aerin, Brenna, as well as Amelia and Ophelia, had decided to lend a hand as well, although most of their efforts were directed by the beasts of burden they commanded.
"What do you think, Asmodia? These people seem halfway there," Erika whispered to herself, hoping to shed some doubts off her head.
"Too divided in opinion, but I think as long as we keep an eye on them, everything should work out just fine," the devil replied, forming into a cloud-like body beside the priestess.
"They have fighters, but I don't see many with a grip on magic. Surprisingly given the elven majority."
