"Can it be repaired?"
Shade asked anxiously. Sister Devlin seemed to bite her lip, but because her face was turned to the side and the Forgotten Church was so dimly lit, Shade could not see clearly.
Yes, she had bitten her lip.
"She" whispered in Shade's ear, setting his imagination running wild.
"It can be repaired. The Cult retains the method for repairing it, and most importantly, the Primordial Fire is still in the Cult's possession. But I need to gather materials."
"In that case, take this."
Shade nodded, then searched through his pocket and pulled out a small, gleaming piece of metal.
He had found this piece of Mithril while searching for the "Four Seasons Gemstones" in the underground chamber when they had gone to the Granger Family's Old Cemetery. At the time, Shade had thought that this single piece of metal would be enough to pay his tuition until graduation.
"Use this to patch it up."
Without giving her a chance to refuse, he stuffed the small piece of Mithril into the nun's hand, which bore faint burn scars. The cat sprawled across Shade's lap had no interest in inedible metal, so it did not mind him casually giving away things from home.
Seeing the nun hesitate, Shade asked again:
"Is this not enough?"
Though the damaged area was not large, cracks had appeared throughout the entire "crown." Moreover, repairing such a high-level Divine Art Item was not as simple as melting metal and filling in the gaps, so requiring a great deal of material was only normal.
Sister Devlin understood what Shade meant and wanted to refuse his kindness, but Shade had already shoved the entire Mithril Cube into her hands. To be honest, he was certainly reluctant to part with it, but he also knew what