Maggie's expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't have much to say about it and it was none of her business.
"Trust the temple; that kind of thing won't happen."
She brushed the topic aside lightly, though Maggie didn't miss the fleeting disappointment in Charles's eyes. However, she wasn't planning to do anything now, or rather, she wasn't capable of doing anything. A hasty statement would only drag her into an even deeper abyss.
"It seems that Her Highness is very confident."
Charles turned his head away and stopped looking at Maggie. It was unclear whether he had lost faith in her or regarded Maggie as someone on par with the nobility.
However, Maggie didn't mind. She smiled slightly and whispered to Charles.
"I should go and meet with the other legion commanders."
As soon as he finished speaking, Charles paused, then followed Maggie's footsteps.
"Yes, Your Highness, I will take you there."
This wasn't the first time she realized that her reputation and status were truly high, to the point that even the legion commander stationed on the frontier had to show her such respect.
Even if you dislike her or are unwilling, you still have to treat her with respect.
Walking along the city wall, Maggie finally met the legion commanders of the remaining three countries: a thin, white-bearded old man and a burly man with piercing eyes who looked at her with a probing gaze.
There was also a slightly gloomy young man with a tense expression, who seemed unwelcoming to her arrival.
"This is the Holy Maiden of Light, Maggie Zephnea."
Charles introduced Maggie to the three women as was customary, and out of politeness, they all nodded slightly to her as a basic courtesy, and then introduced themselves in turn.
"Rayle Scott".
"Luke Morey."
Devon Frank.
When it was the last young man's turn, Maggie keenly noticed his surname. At first, she was a little puzzled as to why Devon seemed to be looking at her rather unfriendly, but now she probably knew why.
She comes from the same family as Laurie Frank, an ancient family of magicians.
They probably already knew she had taken the water elemental spirit, so it would be strange if they weren't hostile towards her. However, they didn't expect to encounter people who were looking for trouble with her even on the frontier.
That's somewhat ironic.
She had thought that no nobles, let alone a magician family, would come to a place like the border. This was truly unexpected.
Having figured out the problem, Maggie still didn't show it at all. Instead, she gave Devon a gentle and polite smile, as if she hadn't noticed his hostility at all.
Devon's brows furrowed visibly, but with others present, he could only manage a stiff smile.
Charles keenly sensed the awkward atmosphere and finally broke the silence by speaking.
"Her Highness the Holy Maiden brought several hundred priests and nuns to handle logistics and medical care, as well as a small contingent of paladins and a mage contingent of over a thousand."
The temple not only has light magicians, but also many other elemental magicians, with the main goal of being extremely vigilant and leaving no openings.
Apart from the dark element.
While the Paladin Order is undoubtedly the strongest guard, in addition to the Paladin Order, the Temple of Light also maintains a large number of low-level swordsmen and mages, which is equivalent to an ancient army.
However, they don't usually operate within the temples of Santa Fe; only paladins and priests are qualified to do so.
This time, Maggie's entourage was larger than ever before.
Because this isn't just her problem.
"Thank you so much, Your Highness."
De Wen's sinister gaze remained unchanged. Of course, it could also be that his lower jaw made him look fierce, but in any case, his gaze made Maggie very uncomfortable.
"No need for thanks, it's my duty."
Maggie greeted them without batting an eye.
"How long until the beast tide arrives?"
She asked the most crucial question.
"According to Priest Shia's assessment, there are less than ten days left."
Old man Rui added in his aged voice.
The High Priestess Shia he mentioned was the one responsible for monitoring the abnormal number of monsters in the entire border city. She was said to be a very powerful priestess. If she hadn't given up everything and resolutely come to the border, the position of High Priestess would not have been available to Arlin.
Maggie immediately understood.
Because she had also heard about the priest's deeds in the temple, she should be considered a very great woman.
"Okay, I understand."
Maggie nodded, pondering for a moment. If there were only ten days left, her idea of exploring the cause of the monsters' existence might be difficult to realize.
Only by eliminating the beast tide can she leave the border city normally, and only then will the danger level be reduced to the minimum.
Fortunately, the battle for the Forest Spirits won't start for a while, so it won't delay Nesser.
"Your Highness has just made a name for yourself in the Mage Tournament. It is somewhat of a disservice for you to come to this desolate place. However, with your great strength, it seems that we do not need to worry too much about this battle to defend the city."
The young man's cool voice rang out, his words carrying a hint of flattery that could actually harm someone, and his fake smile concealing malice.
Maggie thought Devin was a smart man who could suppress his resentment, but now he seems to be just like Laurie. No wonder they come from the same family.
"Of course, it is through everyone's concerted efforts that we were able to defeat the beast tide. My presence here is merely icing on the cake."
Maggie isn't buying it; it's impossible to get her to get cocky.
"Is that so? It seems that Your Highness lacks confidence."
Dewen persisted, determined to hear some assurance or boast from Maggie.
"Compared to you all, I am still not good enough in actual combat. I hope that I can gain some combat experience from this beast tide."
Maggie didn't take the bait, her face showing humility. The other party's provocation was ineffective, and instead, Devon's expression turned rather unpleasant.
"Commander Charles, may I go down to the city walls for a look?"
Ignoring Devon's pointless provocations, Maggie turned to look at Charles.
"Can."
Charles was suddenly called out and was a little taken aback. His expression froze for a moment before he nodded.
Judging from his expression, which he hadn't had time to hide, Maggie could roughly guess what he was thinking.
He simply felt that she might be a problem; if she had a conflict with his old buddy, it might affect the efficiency of defending the city.
He was already worried about whether he could hold the city this time.
Thank you.
Maggie simply met with everyone in an unremarkable manner, then left gracefully without offering any further pleasantries or considering their opinions.
Charles was clearly taken aback by his unexpected personality.
The previous saintesses were all very easy to talk to, but Maggie was completely different.
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