The meeting came to an end there.
After that, Roxie and Vivian exchanged a few more words, but Shien did not interject.
Everything that needed to be discussed had already been discussed. If he deliberately kept making conversation, Shien always felt like he was sucking up to a goddess.
To avoid becoming a bootlicker like those young noble masters outside, Shien kept his eyes on his nose and his mind on his heart. Even though this was a rare chance to chat with the Princess, build rapport, and earn some favorability, he ignored it outright and instead admired the Holy Sword in Roxie's hands.
However, no matter how he looked at it, Shien had only one thought.
"This sword is really weak."
Do you hear yourself?
But that truly was what Shien thought.
Compared to the Holy Sword at his home, wasn't this Holy Sword inferior by more than just a little?
Of course, being weak had its advantages. At least its owner could use it openly and honestly. Unlike Shien, who felt as though he were holding a nuclear bomb whenever he carried his Holy Sword. He was even afraid to keep it nearby, worried that its outer shell might fail to contain it and be torn apart. What then?
Thus, Shien sighed with emotion while also feeling envious.
Shien had never considered that, if he himself were not so unusual, how could things possibly have reached this point?
Take the Magic Sword, for example. Its power depended first on its skill level and second on the amount of mana its wielder possessed. If Shien had not crazily maxed out its skill level and possessed more mana than he knew what to do with, how could he have become a nuclear sword immortal?
If someone else held the same