Guild and Organisations II

As Leon and Roselia exited the castle, the oppressive darkness that once enveloped the area seemed to lift, replaced by a soft, eerie calm. The distant sounds of wildlife cautiously returning to the land echoed through the night air.

Roselia stretched her arms above her head, sighing. "Finally, some fresh air. That place was suffocating."

Leon adjusted his staff on his back, nodding. "I'll admit, it's good to be out of there. Though, I have to say, this crown might make all that trouble worth it."

Roselia glanced at the Crown of the Deceased Queen, a faint glow radiating from the intricate carvings on its surface. "Do you even plan to use it? I am not really the 'commander of the undead' type."

Leon shrugged "No, but it's a unique piece. You can either keep it as a backup or trade it to someone who could use it more effectively. It's better in the hands of someone who'll maximize its potential."