"Wait—"
In the bedroom, Mia, who was sitting on Roy's bed, interrupted his story. She jumped off the bed, took the suitcase from his hand, flung it open, and began rummaging through it.
"I remember that chainsaw of yours stopped working ages ago. Come to think of it, it isn't in here either, is it?"
Roy smiled, drew his Black Eagle Dagger from the sheath at his waist, and flicked it through several flourishes. Finally, he pinched the blade between two fingers, held the hilt out toward Mia, and handed it to her with a grin.
"Oh, that broken chainsaw? We swapped them around. Aisling can keep the chainsaw as proof. I still prefer my Black Eagle, even if its damage is a little lower."
Mia took the Black Eagle Dagger from Roy and ran her fingers over its completely dull blade. The old battered dagger looked exactly the same as before. Mia truly did not understand why Roy treasured it so much.
"So, did you win?"
Roy took the dagger back from Mia and sheathed it again. Then he patted her head and nodded with a smile.
"Of course. Dealing with her was more than easy enough for me."
Roy said it lightly, but the dense pale scars covering his forearm told the real story.
"Really? Then what are those knife marks on your arm?"
Mia rolled up Roy's sleeve again and examined the cuts on his forearm. Yet in that brief moment, every scar had already vanished. His healing magic was as overpowered as ever.
"Ah, she just nicked me a couple of times by accident. Don't feel bad for me. She came out much worse than I did."
Hearing that, Mia immediately sprang up and curiously asked what had happened to Aisling.
"Oh! What did you do