"What is this?" The little boy turned the object over and over in his hands, examining it. He lifted it again and saw that it was a white metal cylinder, its surface etched with exquisite patterns. "That's a knight's greaves, armor for your legs." The big man took the object from him, then placed a Great Helm over the boy's head.
The boy's vision immediately went black. He hurriedly raised his hands to support the heavy helmet, but before he knew it, he stumbled forward and struck his head against a nearby charred wooden pillar. A wave of kindly laughter broke out around him.
The broad-browed girl could not help rolling her eyes at everyone before glaring at the big man. He immediately looked a little guilty. She hurried forward, removed the helmet, and the dizzy little boy finally saw the light again and regained his balance.
However, after vigorously shaking his head, he gazed pitifully at the Great Helm in the girl's hands.
The big man could not help bursting into loud laughter at the sight.
The broad-browed girl shot the little boy an exasperated look. "Here." She tossed the helmet over. The boy nearly fell flat on his back before catching it securely. He hugged the thing like a priceless treasure, then looked at her somewhat cautiously.
"He's been learning bad habits since he was little." The broad-browed girl seethed inwardly, prompting another round of cheerful laughter from everyone.
Hypamira watched the scene with interest from the side. Her detached attitude gave her a natural position of leadership among the group, and everyone took it for granted. It was as though a priestess who did not act that way would hardly seem like nobility.
Someone nearby explained to her, "Priestess, Paluk's father was a fallen knight. His family's