The night had fallen over Anastasia's walled region. However, it was not yet the time to rest the tired minds and bodies of its denizens.
Because... they had some precious monster feathers to prepare.
After dinner, Sebas—with the reluctant help of Martha—hauled six barrels of holy water out from the region's supply area.
Each barrel sloshed heavily, with the rather faint aroma of the blessed liquid wafting from within.
"...I almost forgot that we have holy water supplies in the inventory," the lord of the region, Anastasia, remarked with a mix of surprise and disbelief.
The mistress stood nearby, watching as her two servants set the heavy barrels down with a resounding thud.
"Never hurts to have one of these holy things ready for an occasion, my lady~," her butler quipped, his usual playful tone lingering in the air.
"...And do tell, what would you use this much holy water for, Sir Sebas?" she inquired with a raised brow.