Weed looked at the harp, stunned. Eventually, his mouth broke into laughter.
“Puhahaha!”
Halman, Margaux, Levi, Gran.
For all their conspiracies of lies and killing, the treasure at the end was only a magical harp. It could have been stronger weapons, better armor, but no, it was an instrument to earn a woman’s favor. The map had even indicated this fact even from the beginning.