"Heart of Justice? Is that some specific item, or does it mean the virtue of justice?"
"Justice itself."
Luvia spoke, then looked seriously at Shade in the darkness of the bedroom. Shade felt as though he could truly see those beautiful purple eyes glowing.
"The information bought with that coin was more than just this. Listen: drawing the Sword of Light is the Chosen One Ritual for becoming the Chosen One of the Light. Yes, this ritual is drawing the sword. But for now, we can't divine how to obtain that sword, nor do we know what else besides justice itself is needed to draw it."
Shade sat at the bedside and gently wrapped an arm around her.
"A Chosen One related to dragons and justice, with a ritual involving a sword—it really couldn't be more fitting. Don't worry. It doesn't sound any harder than dealing with the mad Earth Guardian or the Prophet who transcended the Thirteenth Ring."
"But we both know that the Chosen Ones' stories only grow more dangerous each time. Do you remember Iluna's story last summer? Back then, the most dangerous enemy was merely a crippled Silver-Eyed One."
Luvia also wrapped her arms around Shade's neck.
"It's not that I don't trust your abilities. I'm just truly worried about you."
Beyond concern, her words carried a trace of spoiled affection. Shade gently patted her back and asked with a smile:
"Come to think of it, do you think Iluna and I are just people?"
"Of course. Iluna can be a little extreme in her thinking at times, but she is undoubtedly a good girl. And as for you, Shade, I've never met anyone as upright and gentle as you."
She released Shade from her embrace, pressed her nose against his, and looked at him with