Van turned around to call his subordinates. He came back again with four injured knights behind him. All of them wore an exhausted face, their bodies tarnished by their own blood.
Michael glanced at the battered knights one by one before turning his head to one of his companions.
"Gabrielle."
"Understood." A woman in a white outfit and long locks revealed herself from behind her companions' backs.
"Whoa…" the knights, including the faithful Van, gaped as they laid their gaze on the most beautiful being they had even seen in their entire lives. The woman named Gabrielle is more stunning and gorgeous than most females everywhere; even their Young Lady couldn't compete.
Those angelic blue eyes, with their charming almond shape, were staring at them with innocence. Her long, straight-cut hair, platinum blonde in color, shone like a dazzling plenilune in the middle of the day.