As Nabe said this, the two of them turned to look at the crimson radiance. Evileye's eyes widened, for she knew what had caused the fire.
"What? That's..."
The crimson fire spat tongues of flame toward the sky, as though it aimed to burn down the heavens. It was easily more than thirty meters high, and she could hardly imagine how wide it was— several hundred meters, maybe more.
The wall of flame swayed like a veil, and encircled the city like a girdle.
Evileye, who had been shocked senseless by the sight, heard a soft male voice in her ear.
"‘Flames of Gehenna’?"
As though her neck was on springs, she snapped her head to the side to face Momon.
"That, that, what, what is that? Momon, do you know what that huge wall of flame is?"
Momon's shoulders trembled slightly as he replied, with an uncharacteristic lack of confidence.
"Eh? Ah... no, no, I can't be very sure about that. Can I tell you again after I confirm the details?"
"That... that's all right..."
"I need to discuss something with Nabe, please excuse us."
"Eh, can't I come along too?"
"Ah, no, it's a personal thing. Please, excuse us."
It was so basic, so obvious that Evileye felt ashamed for even asking in the first place. Her wandering eyes settled on the woman known as the Beautiful Princess.
On her face was a triumphant smile.