"Let's go. We're not obligated to explain anything," Ardiel interjected, stepping firmly beside Reno, who was about to respond, his expression tense and defensive.
"Hey! You two, you stole it!" Lucas exclaimed, realization dawning on him like a sudden flash of lightning slicing through a stormy sky.
As tension crackled in the air, curiosity swirled among the onlookers about how Reno had accomplished such a feat. However, Morgana, the Matriarch, fixed a sharp, penetrating gaze on Ragnarok, her expression a mask of authority and scrutiny.
"Where did you get that?" Morgana demanded, pointing a finger at Ragnarok, her voice cold and unwavering, the air thickening with the weight of her question.
"We still have to go to Florence," Ardiel insisted, turning away as if to sever the conversation with an invisible blade.
