Mephistopheles shook his head; there was nothing more to say. He approached the princess, who shot an arrow that crashed into a demonic barrier. He lifted the princess onto his shoulder, left the carriage, and closed the door.
As they rose into the air, she saw the Golden Paladins continuing to ride on beautiful white steeds.
The magical carriage was itself a treasure of the empire, capable of resisting the power of enemies in the seventh spiritual core (high level), the seventh circle of mana (advanced stage), and other equivalent powers.
"If the carriage I was traveling in was such a valuable defensive treasure, then this demon must be in the eighth demonic rank or higher," she thought, feeling discouraged and her eyes losing their sparkle.
...
Several minutes had passed, and Mephistopheles was flying through the sky at high speed, carrying the princess who seemed to be tormented.
