"Damn it."
Valtteri was deeply troubled. She had come from a poor background herself, and seeing this scene made her conscience ache.
"Besides, I lost hundreds of soldiers and dozens of Divine Guards just to defeat her. Is asking for a little compensation really too much?"
Simon puffed out his belly, looking displeased.
"Don't forget, we share the same goal. We're all serving the Empire."
"Just don't kill them. Otherwise, I'll hold you responsible."
Sherry hesitated briefly before finally giving in. Without Simon, she might not have been able to obtain information about Night Owl in the first place.
Just as the members of the Hunting Squad began withdrawing, a furious shout suddenly rang out.
"Tier Three Divine Art, Lion King's Roaring Blast!"
A wind blast compressed to its absolute limit violently tore into the crowd.
