"Where is the pure Divine Chosen I asked for?"
The Shadow turned its head and questioned the priest kneeling beside it.
So-called purity meant one thing—she had never been used.
Thanks to the Divine Chosen's abnormal regenerative abilities, even if they had been taken before, their bodies would eventually recover to an untouched state.
Because of this, the Divine Chosen used the word pure to replace the ordinary meaning of being untouched.
"Please forgive our incompetence. The convoy never made it inside—they had only just ste—"
The Shadow raised a hand, cutting the priest off, then waved dismissively.
"Enough. I understand. A small failure like this is perfectly normal. The coalition army isn't made up of fools. You did your best, and I've seen your efforts."
"If the Screeching Fortress had held out a little longer, the roads there wouldn't have been sealed off by the coalition."
The priest spoke with visible irritation, glaring at his rival.
