Yue Ran felt a quiet satisfaction bubbling within her as she observed the unfolding situation. She wanted to see this result. However, she feigned a strange expression on her face, her brow furrowing and her eyes widening as she turned to him.
"But isn't that your precious sword?" she exclaimed. "It has been with you for so long; are you truly going to sell it? Can you truly bear the thought of parting with it? Will you not regret it?"
For a knight magician, relinquishing his sword was not merely a financial decision— it was a profound sacrifice that shattered the very essence of his honor and identity.
Andre understood this, but after a moment of silence, he slowly nodded and said, "Yes, please sell it. Anyway, I can't use it in my current condition."
