"Gremory.... Sigh, Master's gonna have a lot to say about this if he finds out."
Shaitan covered her face with her hand after witnessing the carnage Gremory had wrought. True to her word about fighting like a demon, Gremory's combat style was exactly that.
Weak but high-HP monsters thrown out as meat shields, those shields forming a defensive line, and then Gremory dropping massive spells behind them.
This was the fighting style Gremory had always loved and the tactic she was best at, but it required the premise of sacrificing her wall of subordinates wholesale.
"Master would flip out if he knew."
"Actually, wouldn't it be the opposite? If he knew what kind of monsters she's using as walls, I think he'd be thrilled."
"Lune, you're up?"
Lune, who'd blacked out inside Flauros's dungeon, had apparently taken a quick wash and tidied up her clothes. Shaitan handed her a coat and asked.
"You're saying Master would approve of Gremory's brutality?"
