"I’ve seen Qian furious for her fallen companions. Because of such anger, I believe she will definitely succeed—Qian, look up. You defeated Owena, so you too are worthy of gaining recognition from the Sky Blue Spear," Brand commanded firmly and solemnly.
Qian trembled slightly and bit her lip, lifting her head to look at Brand. She knew that it was the Sky Blue Spear, an existence that shone most brightly in legends. The Princess, the Lord, even the Earl of Yan Castle, here many were more qualified than her to pick up the Holy Spear that once shattered the Sky Dome.
The Princess is courageous, the Lord embraces justice, Miss Delphire is firm and full of ideals; everyone here seemed to be more excellent than her. The Sky Dome could favor any of them, but why would it choose her?
Yet even so, deep in her eyes, there still lay a subtle gratitude; such gratitude was moved by recognition.
For a moment, in the darkness, all fell under the control of silence, spreading quietly.
William stood beside the trio, his wise eyes expressing interest from beneath his silver eyebrows, as if indifferent, occasionally brushing off the dust from his long sleeves. As a Wizard, he originally had little interest in the ownership of the Sky Blue Spear.
Owena couldn’t help but moan, muttering the fact of how she was defeated by such a young girl. She had to look at Brand with some irritation: "You really want her to pick up the Sky Dome?"
"Can’t I?"
"There are many others in the hall who are even more suitable. That Half-Elf Girl, she is calm and composed, and the little woman dressed like a merchant who came with you, her lineage is noble. There are several others, though not as good as these two, who are at least better than her." Owena furrowed her brow, "I really can’t understand your thoughts."
"I know all of this, but my choice is still Qian."
"You..." The Lightning girl fell silent: "What’s the reason?"
"Because only the ordinary can transform into the extraordinary. In a past era, the Sky Blue Knight shattered the Sky Dome with the Holy Spear, causing the Stars to fall, ultimately bringing the era of Mortal. Owena, in the Cruz people’s epic, the Sky Blue Spear represents endless striving. Even the most humble existence can have moments atop the pinnacle."
"Precisely because of this, the era of Mortals is colorful." Brand replied slowly.
Owena was momentarily speechless, glaring at Brand.
The sound of clapping finally rang out; William gently clapped his hands and responded, "Well said, the eras of silver and gold have long passed; Mortals must eventually master their own destiny. Owena, truly, none of us here seriously possess the qualification to inherit the Sky Blue Spear. But sometimes, a coincidence might just be Martha’s intent from the unseen?"
"This... alright, I understand."
Owena sighed and got up from the ground. She glanced at Qian, then reached out her hand, "You’re very lucky, little girl. Come, reach out your hand, let me see what you think."
Qian hesitated slightly, turning to look at Brand. But Brand only gently nodded to her.
"Mm." The mountain girl seemed to finally muster all her courage. She bit her lip and then reached out to place her hand in Owena’s palm.
Owena closed her eyes; her sharp brows finally relaxed, revealing a peaceful expression for the first time.
"Is this your past? Better than I imagined."
"But mere setbacks are not an excuse for people’s weakness. The Sky Blue Spear is the sharp blade protecting the Mortal World. Qian—Sky Dome shattered, Stars fell, is the history of Mortals conquering destiny. Can you feel the courage contained within all of this?"
"Mm..."
"Do you desire to protect?" Owena suddenly asked.
Then came a brief silence.
Qian did not answer, but after a while, Owena suddenly opened her eyes. She looked back at Brand inexplicably; the peculiar meaning in those platinum eyes made Brand slightly startled.
But when he looked again, Owena had closed her eyes once more.
"Open your heart and accept me, Qian—" Owena chanted.
"From today, until the final day comes," Qian repeated.
"Contract established!"
A pillar of white light, a green aura spread out from the darkness, like an invisible wind, lifting the mountain girl’s long hair. Qian suddenly let out a cry of surprise, for she saw Owena before her transform into the purest white light, merging into her chest.