Preparations Before Departure

It had to be said that Lamia was a little smarter than that complete idiot Khaimera. Surrounded and beaten by the four of them, Khaimera had cheerfully kicked the bucket after ten minutes. Relying on her small, agile body and the harassment advantage of her mental attacks, Lamia had held on for a full thirty minutes before Ruslan stabbed her in the abdomen, burning her abdominal cavity red and killing her.

"Whew, that felt good." Ruslan sat beside Lamia's corpse and let out a sigh.

"Getting some exercise in this freezing weather really does feel nice. Other than that fight with Khaimera, this was probably the most satisfying battle we've had," Jemia said with a chuckle, retracting the bone plates he had formed.

Lemoni silently wiped the tip of the Golden Spear, which had gotten a little dirt on it.

Aga quietly avoided the others' gazes and circled around to Lamia's upper body.

Looking at Lamia's snow-white skin, nearly identical to that of a human woman, he could not help feeling his heart tremble.

What was this feeling?

Though this was only the second time he had seen something like this, Aga found it strangely wonderful.

His face flushed red as he gently poked the springy skin.

"What are you doing?" Oushen placed a hand on Aga's shoulder.

"Eek—w-w-w, I wasn't trying to touch it!" Aga recoiled at light speed as though he had been badly startled, speaking in a fluster.

"Hm?" Oushen looked at Aga curiously. "Touch? What were you trying to touch?"

Then Oushen seemed to realize something. He fished a small object out from somewhere on Lamia's corpse and handed it to Aga. "You must have been looking for this."

Aga blankly caught the item Oushen handed him.

A small golden harp.

"You must have been looking