Calia's answer caught Ye Ting by surprise.
"Why not use it?"
As she spoke of this, the little princess's voice took on a mocking edge. "What use is power that fails when it is needed most? The Holy Light is neither reliable nor useful, and besides, I no longer have the Holy Light. From the day my father died, I ceased to be a priest."
Though Calia spoke lightly, Ye Ting could hear the unforgettable memories buried within her words.
Thinking of this, Ye Ting fell silent for a moment. Calia had not told him about this before, but if that was the case, then his plans for training her needed some adjustment.
Fortunately, he had more than enough means to revise those plans.
So he pulled an apple from his spatial pocket and tossed it to Calia.
"If your arms and legs are sore, eat this."
"Eh, but I'm already full. I don't need—"
Calia caught the apple in a fluster, about to refuse it, but when she properly saw its appearance, she fell silent.
It was not an ordinary apple like any she had seen before.
Or rather, though it had the shape of an apple, no apple in Calia's memory could compare to this wondrous fruit—not the Red Loch Modan Apple, which could be brewed into the finest dwarven cider, nor the Eversong Golden Crown Apple cultivated by the High Elves, renowned for its perfect balance of sweetness and tartness, nor even the Talandor Ruby, produced only in small quantities in Gilneas's Black Forest.
Because it was a gleaming Gold Apple, golden even down to its stem and leaves.
The instant she saw it, Calia's gaze was completely drawn to it. She simply could not look away, as if this apple were the only thing in the