"How brutal."
Rosalia covered her mouth and circled Broken Wing's corpse twice.
"Siege warfare is truly horrific. Even a Corrupted being with such incredible vitality couldn't survive."
"No wonder Agnes told us to stay away from city walls."
Ophelia wiped the sweat from her brow.
"I used to think she was timid. Looking at it now, she was absolutely right."
"Regardless, the fortress belongs to us now."
Phield shrugged.
"And of course, the Divine Artifact belongs to us too. A win-win situation. We win twice."
He removed Broken Wing's Divine Artifact. A crystal-clear insect wing rested in his hand, radiating powerful corruption energy.
"It's yours. No need to be polite."
He handed it to Rosalia and gave her an approving look.
"Huh?"
Rosalia held the artifact, her cheeks unconsciously flushing red. With both hands pressed against her chest, she looked unexpectedly girlish.
"You actually give all the good stuff to me first. I… I'm touched."
