Leonhardt watched the chaos unravel. Yet, his eyes lacked the emotion of someone excited; rather, with each fallen soul, his pupils became dull. The goblins attacked like well-trained feral beasts, tearing, cutting and ambushing the human guards.
[Leon?]
Ifrit's voice of concern caused him to snap out of his trance.
'It's nothing...'
(Is this the kind of chaos you wanted, little chimaera?)
He couldn't deny that it satisfied him to see the beautiful flames and the joy in his goblins as they finally managed to get revenge.
But Leonhardt couldn't help but feel a little empty.
His gaze flicked back to Dia, the poor woman fastened to a wooden shield, a few wounds from arrows that pierced beside her thighs and exposed breasts. 'Strange...'
Some things made him feel irritated, like someone kept poking him, calling his name then running away.
However, Leonhardt didn't know why he felt this way.
