"Our Father... The Sun... has sent us a revelation."
In an instant, all the various people in the room knelt down. They pushed their seats and kneeled with their left foot upright, and their right foot lying. Their left hand is gently placed on their left knee, and their right hand was punched in the ground producing cracks across the floor.
"The revelation consists of an order to 'hunt'."
"We were tasked to send someone to the Norden Front."
The Norden Front? Isn't there a war within that front? I wonder who is this unlucky person that gained the ire of our Father, tsk tsk tsk
"There is only one target, a kid, a girl."
A girl, tsk tsk tsk, moreover it is a kid.
"Our Father has told us that this person was formerly active in the Norden Front, and then the Rhine front. She is a person of the Empire."
"Our task is not to kill her, but just to injure her. Our Father has something planned for her."
"We were tasked by our Father to grace this land with His graces, so we must deal with this task with the utmost focus. Amen."
""Amen.""
The whole group then went on to sit on their seats. They then discussed with one another about the identity of this person.
"A girl huh?.."
"Yeah, why does our Father wants to heavily injure this girl?"
"Maybe our Father saw something in her and wants to recruit this particular person to our council."
"Why though? We can just invite her if she is truly great."
"I think that our Father wants to let us help her when she will be 'heavily injured', in order to gain her trust."
An old person, someone who has a long beard and a wise stature, someone whose gaze and movements are filled with evident experience, immediately stopped the discussion, and diverted it to the main topic, the identity of the girl.
"Alright, stop this discussion. Who are we to speculate on our Father's motive. Our Father's orders are absolute and must be carried at all times. What we must do is think about the identity of this girl."
The whole group went silent. They are thinking of the identity of this girl... when suddenly, one person in the group raised his hand and told his speculations.
This person is a male with brownish hair and has an identifiable French descent. Going by that logic, this person does belongs to the Francois Republic.
"I got one identity that fits the bill... A girl who was active in the Norden Front, and then the Rhine Front. Someone whose skills are way beyond her age... I think she is the Devil of Rhine, the Empire's Argent."
Almost everyone was surprised. The Devil of Rhine is someone who rains hell in any warfront she belongs to. She is the living incarnate of the soldiers' devil. All mages who lived the tale after their encounter only said this line.
Never ever face the Devil head on.
"If it is the Devil of Rhine... then she certainly has the capacity to join us..."
"Yeah, I also remembered that she trashed the Ottoman Mages atop the Black Sea. Isn't that right? 7th Pillar?"
Almost everyone looked at the person who is at the rear-end of the table.
This person is a male and is someone who has a dark skin, and of Arabian descent. He is also wearing a turban which proudly shows his culture. He coughed a little bit because of the attention he is receiving, but still said.
