"Uh..."
Medivh was stunned. Now he could see plainly just how important Magic Rune Armaments were to knights, and how desperately the Hobarton Family's knights wanted one.
"Grandpa, please wait a moment. I'll have someone design a Magic Rune Armament suited to your gear."
It was only one Magic Rune Armament. Medivh didn't mind.
He wasn't about to give the old man a women's suit of armor. He'd have the Magic Rune Skeleton Mage design a men's one instead.
"Medivh, if it's too much trouble, don't worry about it. I'm fine either way."
After Medivh promised to give him a Magic Rune Armament, the old man beamed. He said he wasn't picky—as long as he got one, that was all that mattered.
If redesigning one was too much trouble, a women's suit of armor would do.
"Medivh, if that Magic Rune Armament master isn't too busy, I'd like to place an order for the Second Elder."
Draven had come to see Medivh for two reasons. He suspected there was something fishy about Medivh giving Hilda a Magic Rune Armament, and he also wanted to ask about the master who made them.
If the master had room on his order list, he wanted to place an order for a Magic Rune Armament on the Second Elder's behalf.
As for the one Medivh had promised to give him, that was a welcome surprise.
"The Second Elder needs one too?"
Medivh had a vivid memory of the Second Elder. The old man was two generations older than his grandfather and had often scolded him when he was little.
He remembered his father, Rhine, telling him that the Second Elder was a Tier 4 Advanced Knight and someone he should look up to.
More than ten years had passed. Medivh didn't know whether the