As soon as those words fell, Leon, Rosvisser, and Constantine all stopped at the same time.

But they only stopped.

Sylvia did not see much surprise on any of their faces.

“I thought you’d be a lot more shocked than this.” She held her spear in her arms and mocked them.

Rosvisser dispersed the Primordial Magic in her hands and replied coldly:

“That pack of deranged lunatics called the Sympathists? Nothing they do would surprise me.”

The moment the Sympathists reached their claws toward the people close to the couple, they had already expected that a day like this would come.