Grand Duke Owen's sudden words made Constance frown. She looked at the old man lying on the bed, weakened by the treatment he had just received. "Grand Duke Owen, you don't need to say 'request' in front of me."
"But this matter is no ordinary one." Grand Duke Owen smiled. Although there was little color in his face, his tone was exceptionally relaxed. "After all, even with the friendship between us, getting you to activate the Sacred Armory can't be that easy, can it?"
The expression on Constance's face changed at once. "Activate the Sacred Armory? What are you planning to do?"
"What else could I do?" Grand Duke Owen raised an arm and waved it. "Let these old bones keep moving for another couple of years. Even that Nehem from the south has gone to the battlefield. As the Grand Duke of the North, I can't resign myself to lying here any longer."
Constance stared at Grand Duke Owen solemnly. "Do you know what you're saying? If the Sacred Armory's power is really used on you, you won't be a true human anymore. Think carefully. You've only just managed to return from the grasp of death, and there's no need for you to take that risk again. Besides, you heard what I said just now. Your current weakness is only temporary. As long as you rest properly, you can still live like an ordinary person."
"But I can only live like an ordinary person, can't I?" the old Grand Duke said indifferently. "I might even be worse off than an ordinary person... Soul Damage will weaken my thoughts, memories, personality, and limbs along with everything else. I'll become a trembling old man, and I might even grow muddleheaded and feeble. Living like that... I won't be able to adapt."