"Angel Sheep."
"But they aren't elemental creatures."
Kroya was immediately puzzled. Were these creatures called that simply because they looked like angels, or were they truly Angel Sheep?
As far as his mental perception could tell, their magic wasn't particularly strong. At most, it was on the level of a first-level magical beast.
They weren't even as powerful as the ducks he raised.
He couldn't help wondering again whether these exceptionally sacred, beautiful-looking... magical beasts were really just sheep that looked like angels.
While he stood there puzzled, hesitating over whether to approach,
the three Angel Sheep seemed to notice him and immediately let out terrified bleats.
They crashed about as though they had gone mad, desperate to escape.
Then, somehow, they charged toward some spot-
and a spatial rift immediately formed ahead of them. Through it, he could vaguely make out a strange floating island and a sea of clouds.
"Hey, you can't do that!"
Seeing this, Kroya immediately raised his hand and fired a Crimson Ray, which struck one of the Angel Sheep with a sharp whoosh.
Dead or alive, I'll get one first!
But the Angel Sheep merely shuddered and let out a plaintive bleat. A shower of multicolored crystal flakes, each roughly the size of a fingernail, immediately fell from its body.
The flakes landed on the ground, looking especially beautiful in the sunlight.
The sheep itself was completely unharmed. Even its soft white curls showed no trace of scorching.
A moment later, it followed the other two sheep into the spatial passage and vanished.
Only Kroya remained, staring thoughtfully at the pile of crystal flakes.
"...Did it just drop loot?"
He could already see five different colors among the flakes: blue, ocher, red, cyan, and... platinum.
He was very familiar with the blue flakes. They