In the next instant, Eric nonchalantly tucked it away, his movements swift and practiced, as if it were the most natural habit in the world.
Then, Eric started whistling. He lazily straightened up, stretched, and strolled away without a care, as if he were just taking a casual walk through the post-battle ruins, not someone who had just pocketed a Holy Relic lost by some devout follower.
Eric had only taken a few steps, intending to get away from the ruins, when a familiar voice suddenly called out from behind him—
"Sir."
It was the voice of Eric's Knight Commander, Guy.
Eric's steps faltered slightly, and his hand subconsciously pressed against his chest, but then he recalled that it was already in his storage space.
Then, Eric took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
The glow of the campfire reflected on Guy's face, making his expression seem particularly grim.
Eric offered a slight smile and asked in a relaxed tone, "What is it?"
