Frey greeted her with a smile.
"Uriel. I didn't expect you to join me. Shouldn't the Saintess be chasing after the prophesied hero?" he asked.
Uriel nodded.
"You're not wrong. The Saintess does follow the hero…
And that's exactly what Yurasha is doing.
There's no need for two saintesses, so I chose this side instead."
"I see," Frey nodded, walking alongside her toward the army's front lines.
"Your presence will be a great support for the troops. Just stay behind me and try to keep up."
His words made Uriel blink, surprised by his strange demeanor.
"Frey… am I imagining it, or are you actually excited?"
That eerie grin carved across Frey's face didn't seem natural..
And he himself appeared unaware of it.
Trying to adjust his expression, he offered a soft apology.
"Sorry. That was… unseemly of me."
Uriel quickly waved her hands.
"Not at all. No need to apologize ..
It's only natural for warriors to fight for those they love."
