Finally managing to defeat the male-faced Sphinx, now came the crucial stage of looting the spoils. Salovis was busy prying out the gemstone embedded in the Sphinx's forehead, completely disregarding the blood streaming down her body.
Cecilia wasn't interested in competing with Salovis. She was lying on the ground, resting. Her injuries weren't minor either, though hers were mainly internal wounds—after all, the magical roar of the male-faced Sphinx inflicted thunder damage, something not visible on the surface.
"What are you worrying about?" Tassera noticed the grave expression on Leon's face.
By this point, even Leon, as oblivious and unaware as he could be, knew he wasn't a great person—though not to the extent of indiscriminately killing innocent beings.
