Let's Imagine: The fight if it was all a facade!

Yuumi stands onto her feet, her armor and hair soaked as she glares above her toward Momoko levitating with black flames sparking from her feet.

Momoko then descends onto the cobblestone and looks at the group of knights around her. "Ah, the newly appointed order of knights. What a great selection of pawns you have, Yuumi."

A female with messy blonde hair wearing silver and red armor walks to Yuumi's side while glaring at Momoko from afar. "Who's that? And where's Chief Angela?"

Yuumi grits her teeth while pointing toward Momoko. "I'm afraid to tell you… But that girl over there... Took her life in front of my eyes…"

Frieda's eyes dilate as she grabs her by the collar. "Y-your lying! There's no one, not even the goddesses who could kill Angela Spitzer! She's immortal dammit, she's been fighting for Vaetia for centuries!"

 "I'm sorry… I don't know what to say…" Yuumi murmurs beneath her breath.