Philippa clenched her legs tightly around the body, her dagger slashing horizontally across the neck.
The struggling body gradually lost its strength and went limp.
Only a pair of eyes, still staring intently in her direction, refused to close in death.
Philippa let go of the corpse and cautiously looked around.
Seeing that no one around had noticed, she immediately crouched down, her face alight with joy as she slipped off the Space Ring from the finger, wiped the blood from it on the body, and put it on her own hand.
Then, while carefully watching her surroundings, she started to strip the equipment from the body.
Leather armor, leather boots, the dagger at the waist—she picked up the dagger by the hilt and smashed it against the golden teeth in the mouth.
"Traitor, traitor!"
Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out from above.
Philippa's heart contracted.
She looked up sharply to see the green-haired Red Crown parrot standing on the railing, loudly squawking "traitor."
