"Brando, should I let Roman..."
"No, no need, Freya, I’m already used to it. Let her be happy, she knows her limits—oh, just help me keep an eye out to prevent her from bumping her forehead and coming to me crying."
This conversation takes place in the lush avenues of the Glass Forest, where a long convoy moves through scattered patches of sunlight; knights cloaked in gold and red armor march in orderly fashion—except one. The Merchant Lady dons shining battle armor, haphazardly runs around the convoy with the Sky Blue Spear, shouting without any semblance of image.
It’s her second time this week doing this; fortunately, the knights are accustomed to this ’lovable’ ’Countess’; as long as they stay far away, at least they won’t be knocked over. Even if she’s confused, the Merchant Lady surely won’t crash into the carriage, right?
Freya looked back, couldn’t help but sigh softly. She originally thought that after she went to the Royal Knight Academy, Brando might somewhat restrain Roman. Clearly, this is just wishful thinking now.
So far, no one has successfully managed to rein in this lady.
She glanced at Brando, nodded to him, before lowering the curtain and moving her horse to Qian’s side. The mercenary lady viewed the surroundings familiarly, unlike Freya; the Southern Territory felt like home to her.
"Qian."
"Miss Freya," Qian turned around, answering with some respect.
"Qian, I’ve told you many times, you can just call me Freya. I’m not a noble; before becoming a knight, I came from a rural area in the south like you." Freya frowned.
Qian felt a bit embarrassed, "Freya, sorry, I shouldn’t have given the Sky Blue Spear to Miss Roman... I didn’t think she’d be like this..."
She suddenly felt it was inappropriate but couldn’t find a better term to describe Roman’s current status. Freya noticed her discomfort, comforted her, "It’s okay, she’s just like that. When I was younger with her, I’m amazed I survived... But Roman is actually quite nice, just a bit childish."
Qian looked over again, couldn’t help but somewhat agree.
Yet she looked back, inevitably casting her gaze toward the carriage.
Brando set down the curtain; after nearly a month of observation, he could basically confirm the state of the Holy Spear Sky Dome. The Sky Dome in Qian’s hand was clearly not the complete form of the legendary Holy Spear that could fell stars; multiple seals were on it, which was a possibility he had long considered.
Brando didn’t know whether these seals were intentionally set by Owena to help Qian manage the Sky Dome smoothly or were deliberately left on the Holy Spear itself.
Undoubtedly, even under many seals, the Holy Spear Sky Dome lives up to the name of Divine Artifact.
Its base attack was more than twice that of the Earth Sword, and it came with terrifying additional skills. The key was that as a Divine Artifact, the Sky Dome had a special Divine Domain; the terrifying ’Invincible Destiny’ was something Brando had never seen in his life.
However, Brando hadn’t spread this secret, partly because he really couldn’t find a way to explain how he could directly see the attributes of the equipment—in Vorn, this was the duty of high-level astrologers and alchemists, who had to conduct many experiments to finally determine the purpose and usage of magic equipment.
On the other hand, the Sky Blue Spear for Erune currently was best kept as weak and low-profile as possible.
The Merchant Lady messing around with the Sky Blue Spear was something he intended anyway. Everyone knew her nature; taking it out so openly, instead made people less suspicious that it’s genuine.
Who would use the Sky Blue Spear as a toy?
Even William probably wouldn’t dare. But recently, Brando always felt somewhat uneasy; he had a vague suspicion that when Owena reappeared she might directly finish him off.
He worriedly turned his head, his gaze falling on the siblings opposite him. More precisely, on the current first heir to the Erune Kingdom and his older sister, the Half-Elf Princess.