The eye on the crow's forehead flickered, colored lights flowing as if tangible.
The Little Lion immediately shouted loudly—
"Go!
Stop him!
We can't let him complete the theft!"
The voice was high-pitched, and his upper body was already leaning forward, ready to charge, as was Count Bert beside him.
The middle-aged count looked solemn, apprehension flickering in his eyes, as acid began to gather in his palms. His whole body was like a fully drawn bowstring, as if he was ready to spring out at any moment.
But the next moment—
Neither of them moved!
They held their positions but remained still.
Both frowned simultaneously and then looked at each other.
"Let's go together!"
This time, Count Bert spoke.
And as he did, he moved.
However, instead of charging forward, he moved toward the Little Lion's back.
Regarding the [Thief's Door], the Earl had never experienced it, but his [Spirituality] told him that hiding from the crow's sight was the best choice.
