Hope turned around and showed him the sword sheath as well.
The sheath was pure white from end to end. Judging by its length, it must have belonged to a two-handed greatsword.
Its surface was as smooth as white jade, though a closer look revealed it to be platinum.
A rose-gold sun was engraved at its tip, with what looked like clouds beneath it. Its gentle radiance suggested it was a Holy Emblem.
It set off the costly star rubies studded around it, starlight shimmering within their blood-red depths.
Was the lining made of lambskin? It looked so smooth and new that he had to wonder whether the sheath had ever actually held a sword.
"It certainly fits my stereotypical image of an 'expensive sword sheath'—but isn't this a little too extravagant for a saint's sheath?"
Tang Qi was rather puzzled.
"That's because you've never been to the Holy City. Once you've seen [St. Andrew's Cathedral], you'll understand that extravagance is only a small part of it."
"Does the Holy City worship the god of wealth?"
"No, [Valenne]."
Dawn, who was putting up the tent, suddenly turned slightly.
Tang Qi looked at her curiously.
"You've heard of him?"
"I remember something, but I've forgotten."
"That's normal. Your head probably only has room for your past achievements, after all."
Tang Qi approached Hope, trying to touch the [Saint's Sword Sheath] so that the Journal could explain the saint's glorious past to him.
But Hope twisted away.
"You don't know Valenne? Are you even from the Lord Alliance?"
"I'm from the Tyron Empire." Tang Qi thought Hope resembled a tabby guarding her food, but with the [Fair Contract] in place, he could hardly force the issue.
"That explains it. I hear it's a country that bans religion and reveres magic—but according to