"Retreated? They... just retreated like that?" On the wall, a soldier with a face full of dust supported himself against the battlement, staring in disbelief at the Snake-men's ranks gradually disappearing in the distance.
The next second, a wave of ecstasy swept across the entire wall.
"We survived! We won!"
"Hahaha! What bullshit Demon Race, just like that!"
"Did you see? My Puki that self-destructs blew a Snake-man's tail to bits!"
Everyone was cheering, the most excited being the Puki Masters, while others had much less sense of participation; not that they particularly wanted it anyway.
Angela leaned against the cold brick wall, letting out a long breath.
With tense nerves finally relaxed, she realized her hand gripping the sword was still slightly trembling.
Not long ago, she had braced herself for death in battle, as she was not interested in experiencing a slave's life.
Now being able to survive...
