"Is this the last batch?"
Noah watched the backs of the departing paladins fade from view and turned to look at Sifreya, who also looked utterly exhausted, and asked softly.
"Yes, according to the registration records of these paladins, this is indeed the last batch of them."
Sifreya answered meticulously, her every action making her seem like an exquisite clockwork doll.
"Then they should be back soon. Once they return, we can go back up the mountain."
As Noah's words fell, Sifreya's previously dull and lackluster eyes instantly brightened. Not only her, but the two Great Fairies and a group of Little Fairies couldn't help but cheer.
While the taste of power is enticing, the problem is that this group of fairies only experienced the oppression of power and never its conveniences.
Therefore, even if they were deprived of power, they didn't feel any regret. Instead, they longed to return to the mountain and resume their free and idyllic life among the flowerbeds.
