I Must Keep My Promise to the Fairy

Pastel stepped up onto the platform on the airship deck.

"cultists! We have reached a turning point!"

She delivered an impassioned speech to the group of cultists armed with guns and swords.

"Our achievements! Our efforts! Our hearts! The culmination of all these things is in danger of being robbed by the wicked tricks of a traitor!"

Pastel pointed across the sky.

"Someone might say! Is the faith that worships an Evil God, instead of believing in the Personal God that the subjects believe in, the imperial family believes in, and the world believes in, truly a proper conviction?! Is that truly a proper effort?!"

She spread her arms.

"But we can proudly say! This is our aspiration and our faith! We cannot let it be robbed by a mere traitor!"

As she gestured, the group of cultists responded by waving their guns and swords.

Pastel took a breath and looked deeply at the group of cultists. Her gesture pointed to her...