Tier 2 Enchanted Armament (1)

"Does it feel... a little better than the Rose Warband?" Ang asked with a faint smile, carrying a glass of wine as he walked over to Gweny and leaned sideways against the pillar beside her.

Gweny paused slightly, accepted the glass, and nodded gently. "Mm... it really is much better than I imagined."

She looked around. The mages were dancing freely to the lively music, their faces filled with relaxation and joy.

She added softly, "Compared to the Rose Warband... the people here feel more like... they're truly alive."

Ang grinned and raised his glass. "Haha, that's true. Although the sisters of the Rose Warband are lively too, they're... women, after all. They don't have that kind of... fearless determination to charge straight ahead."

The words made Gweny tilt her head unconsciously, looking at him with some confusion. "What do you mean?"

Ang took a sip of wine and asked casually, "Do you know why most warriors are men rather than women?"

Gweny frowned and thought seriously about it, only to realize that she could not come up with a reasonable answer at all.

In the end, she shook her head. "I don't know."

"It's actually simple." Ang raised a hand and pointed at his chest, then pointed toward Dana, who was still dancing wildly on the floor. "Because men... are combative."

"Combative..." Gweny repeated softly, as though savoring the word.

She unconsciously recalled the training and battles she had experienced in the Rose Warband. It was true that whether in the city's gladiator arenas or on mercenary missions, the ones who truly charged at the front were almost always men.

"That does... seem to be true." She looked at Ang thoughtfully.

"So..." She turned toward Ang, seriousness in her eyes. "Captain, if I want to become as strong as