Behind the Duke, Lloyd kneeled on the cold stone slab, her dust-covered fingers desperately digging into the gaps between the slabs, her knuckles turned white with force.
But she didn't rush up again.
She only turned her head and issued a few brief commands in a hoarse voice to the soldiers behind her, who still held their weapons, uncertain of whom to point them at.
Clear the plaza, collect the corpses, and bring all the civilians still lying on the ground back to the village.
Then she gritted her teeth and stood up, picked up the metal box dropped by the Earl, wiped the bloodstains off the lid with the back of her hand, and tucked it into the inner side of her armor, close to her heart.
The Philosopher's Stone inside had already been taken by the Duke, and she had no ability to retrieve it, she could only keep the box safe.
