The conversation with the commander-in-chief exhausted me, so I did not go to the dining room, deciding to make do with sandwiches that the compassionate berg got hold of. I wrote notes for the guys asking them to come see me after dinner. I checked the timetable, made sure there were still fifteen minutes, and was very surprised when there was a knock on the door.

Miranda? Tiana? Military?

And… I didn’t guess!

A fiery ifrit came to me, and in a combat form, that is, below the waist - a column of roaring flame. And by no means illusory! A heartbreaking sight for those who see this miracle for...