Leon had been gradually gearing up for the unpredictability of any situation—a continuous process that unfolded over an extended period. Therefore, it didn't even faze him when Valeria casually dropped the portly owner of the herb shop to the ground like a lifeless body, his silhouette adorned with a sweeping, pitch-black cape.
Nevertheless, an unusual aspect of his attire caught the trio's attention, a detail discernible to the naked eye but shrouded in an enigmatic dimness.
"What's that?"
"I've no idea, princess."
At the very moment, Valeria reached out to seize the origin of the faint green glow, Leon interjected, "I believe we shouldn't touch it, just in case."
"True," nodded, using her telekinesis to retrieve the object from the pocket of the unconscious man.
