Boom!
The whole small hill was flattened by the wild bombardment. Blake, the principal of the Divine Magic Academy and the Archbishop of the Huijin Divine Hall, looked at the ruins and shook his head.
"Sigh, looks like they're all dead. Well then, I'll just put up a memorial here for them..."
Boom!
Before he finished the sentence, the leveled ruins suddenly exploded open, revealing a deep cave where debris was blasted aside.
After that, a group of people rushed up shouting about friendship and bonds and whatnot, but Blake punched them all back down one by one.
He didn't even wait for them to reach him—he just stood at the cave entrance and gave each one a punch as they came up.
Until the very last one got up, his fist stopped right in front of the person's face.
"Eh? You're not a knight? Oh, you're a Holy Daughter candidate this year."
Blake withdrew his fist and looked the girl over: "You must be Hilia, right? Why are you here?"
