My dear Chief, don't you have some major misunderstanding about me?
Seeing the red-haired Chief with a "go ahead, I can handle it" expression, Leon couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, then sighed with some exasperation:
"The Witch Kingdom is doing fine! Chief, why do you make it sound like I'm annihilating every place I visit?"
"Mm-hmm."
Humming noncommittally, the red-haired Chief raised his hand and pointed behind Leon to the "ruins."
"Isn't that the sacrificial altar for the Witch King's ceremony behind you? That's a grand ceremony that happens only once every hundred years in the Witch Kingdom. How did it end up like this?"
"Uh..."
Hearing this, Leon turned back and saw that his "call background" indeed looked like a mess. He then scratched the back of his head involuntarily.
"I just dismantled the altar, but there were reasons for it..."
"Mm-hmm, I believe you."
Sighing with little sincerity, the red-haired Chief said:
