Although it sounded nice, Phield didn't fully trust the catkin.
After all, she wasn't one of his own Divine Chosen, nor was she enslaved by the Nightfall Domain. Phield kept his guard up—but he wouldn't become timid either. In front of glittering gold coins, the potential threat of a weak catkin wasn't worth mentioning.
"Ashina, we're heading out. Bring ten greatsword warriors with us."
"We can't just rob commoners and nobles without touching the church—that wouldn't be fair," Phield thought to himself.
Deciding it was worth it, he strapped his longsword to his waist, casually grabbed a cloak from the rack, and turned to say, "I'll leave Alice to you. I trust your ability."
"Ah? Nooo!" Forced to stay behind and look after Alice, Rosalia could only watch them leave with longing eyes. Frustrated, she grabbed Alice's chest and squeezed hard, complaining, "It's all your fault, you bad woman! Now I can't go out and have fun!"
"Mm…"
