The next thirty days [2/2]

The sheer fortitude required to join the ranks of Vela's wolves was enough to make even grown men cry. But rather than complain these girls gritted their teeth and trained even harder. They intentionally placed themselves in danger all for the sake of strength.

"I haven't heard that name in a long time, it sure brings back memories. Seeing as you specifically named us, state your request, Patron. We will accomplish it without fail."

Nodding, I turned to my monocled bastard and inquired, "Phillip, do we still have the body of Andromalius?"

"Yes, my lord we still do. We have yet to find a good use for it," my chief Administrator replied.

"Excellent. Yvonne, I want you and Golden Wick to create a new type of blessed bullet. One that has more holy energy than even a Sacred. You can use Andromalius' corpse for your experimentation. I want new Sacreds that can kill even Archdemons."