Well Done, Ay

"Huh?"

Mag, who had wanted to say something initially, stared at Amy who was blinking her eyes as if she was saying, "Quick, praise me."

This style of sneak attack… was inherited perfectly. He could only praise her with resignation. "Well done, Ay."

"Mm-hm. You have some of my grace." Irina nodded with satisfaction. She used the Holy Light to cover the bodies who dropped their bedsheets before walking forward to grab the two demonesses out of the shattered crystals as if she was grabbing dead chickens. She tossed them onto the sand at the side, encased them in a layer of sand, and then said to Mag, "What now? Bring them away with us, or bury them on the spot?"

"They're worthless if they're dead. Let's bring them back and lock them up," Mag said smilingly. He broke a branch off, and wrote a bunch of words on the sandy beach with a messy handwriting before tossing the branch into the sea. It disappeared completely after the waves took it away.