Upon seeing this, Ivyst, despite still being filled with anger, couldn't help but take a deep breath after recalling the hard-earned final outcome of their earlier discussion.
Just a short time ago, a light that pierced through the heavens and earth completely erased the mythic form of Beatrice, leaving the few of them completely drained of strength for a long time before they could barely catch their breath.
For Ivyst, that was an act of slaying a divine being.
Even if most of the deed was done by that despicable woman, it was ultimately her body that was used, and naturally, she gained quite a few benefits.
Perhaps after this affair, once she returned to the manor, she might soon advance to become the youngest Seventh-Rank Saint in the nation, only one step away from becoming a divine being.
However, those were not the focus.
