Inside the villa, Picollo had finished tying to the intruders when he heard Leo's painful groan. It even sounded like he was calling for help.
Without a second thought, Picollo rushed through the corridor, holding the small dagger firmly in his hand.
He quickly stepped out of the villa, screaming, "Let him go!"
"Huh?" His expressions immediately twisted as he saw the sight before him.
The red haired man was lying on the ground, as if he was sleeping like a log.
Meanwhile, Leo was standing next to him, looking at the stars. His hand was reached out towards the moon, as if he was trying to grab it.
However, he wasn't looking at the moon from the stars. It looked more like he was looking at the ring on his finger, whose color had faded a little.
It wasn't a ring that he bought for himself. He didn't receive it from Necropolis either. Instead, it was a gift from a woman.
