William looked expressionlessly toward the distant Sigrdrifa.
Beside him, atop the frozen Norman corpses, the Bone Tooth Necklace emitted a strange radiance.
Evidently, the Navian Bone Tooth was very pleased with the surrounding scene of war—it was more satisfied than any other time in years, and the reason was not hard to guess, just by seeing whose contributions in this war were most outstanding.
The current contentment level of the Divine Artifact was sufficient for the Navian Bone Tooth to meet its use requirements for the entire upcoming year, thus the Otwell Family need not worry about the Artifact's own will, and could fully deploy its abilities.
However, William did not appear happy at all.
After all… why was it her who had gained the approval of the Navian Bone Tooth?
Why was it that mysterious young girl?
In another part of Normandy Palace, Robert, having sent Medea away, also began sinking into an uneasy contemplative state.
