A few hours had passed since the friendly bout between Sebas and Martha, with both of them having to clean up the new mess they'd made from their duel—which, fortunately, was only minimal damage in comparison to the previous one.
And now, at the entrance of Anastasia's walled region, all of its denizens had gathered along with their guest of honor—this time, not for battle, but to send her off and bid farewell to the woman who had, in one way or another, shaken their quiet frontier.
Leading them at the front was Anastasia, her steps steady as she walked ahead, the others naturally following in her trail.
Among them, Martha was still grumbling under her breath, clearly not over her defeat.
"Ugh... I almost had him that time," she muttered, crossing her arms in frustration.
