"Looks like I can trust you to help."
Lann casually said as he reinserted the two flower stems into the soil of the clay vase, brushing the dirt off his hands.
Cassandra had somewhat recovered from the high physical consumption brought by the Anka Cross, straightening up with her hands on her knees.
Her fingers slipped into the ring atop the Anka Cross, spinning it around like twirling a keychain.
If a devout believer saw someone treating a Divine Artifact so lightly, they'd surely be shocked, even terrified.
But Cassandra had already come into contact with many artifacts, even directly with the ancient forge left by the Elder Race.
In mythology, this is basically akin to entering the temple of the Fire God Hephaestus.
Each upgrade to Cassandra's Broken Spear required a visit too, like going home.
Even in this era with a strong atmosphere of faith, Cassandra could remain relaxed towards things related to the Elder Race.
