"What's the point of pleading for the power of the King of Ash?" Sleipnir instinctively asked, then immediately noticed the air ripple slightly. A projection of a girl with waist-length white hair, clad in a white lab coat, appeared.
"It's to survive in the Ash Kingdom, of course." The girl in the lab coat tilted her head, smiling brightly as she turned to Ahtal and said:
"Understanding the King of Ash, transforming one's own form of life, and surviving amidst the burning Ash Fire—that's the truth behind pleading for the King of Ash's power."
Sleipnir was stunned for a moment, then gently shook her head. She had once been Ahtal's companion, and thus had some understanding of the King of Ash's characteristics. Apart from the King of Ash itself, all things would be burned to ashes.
"Lady Alchemical Witch, why are you here?" A man nearby stood up excitedly, bowing deeply to the Alchemical Witch with an attitude akin to a devotee meeting a deity.
