Heroist
Knights of Olivus, Ciel, Luciferia, and two subordinates step outside, as the house and those remaining inside burn down.
A powerful ability.
— How dare you raise your paw against the lady? Who fed and protected your kin from poverty and scorn? With your vile hammer, like rotten cattle, you may strike only those equal to you: traitors and filthy outcasts. Fall prostrate and burn in hellfire, and only then might the goddess of light accept your redemption.
For some reason, Alsira's words made an impression, and the lordess managed to be rescued from what seemed a hopeless situation.
— Your Radiance.. I am so sorry. — once she is sure they are safe, she says to Ciel. — .. The entire situation was utterly incomprehensible to me, and I.. I could no longer allow your safety to be risked. — her gaze fixes on the manor still smoldering in the background. — Perhaps the danger has not yet passed.