Only after taking Harry back to the clock shop did Sifa return to their hotel with his Marionette. The matter of the Artisan was settled for now. Whether Harry ultimately chose to leave with him or not, Sifa would respect his decision.
Next, they would venture deeper into Sonia Island and meet up with the Admiral of Stars in a city where Elves were said to have once lived.
After returning to the hotel, Sifa called Caven and Nefi to his room. Caven was still wearing his old-fashioned robe, but Nefi had changed into a nightdress. The expanse of pale skin at her neckline left both men unable to look directly at her.
In the end, Sifa draped his own cloak over Nefi's shoulders before breathing a sigh of relief.
"This probably wasn't your first time working together. I could tell you had excellent coordination." Sifa took out a bottle of wine he had bought at the bar and poured a glass for each of them.
With a smile, Caven took out Blood Praise, set it on the table, and pushed it toward Sifa. "Everything else went fairly well. It's just that I only recently became a Magician, so I'm still not familiar enough with some of my abilities. That cost me a chance to seriously wound our opponent."
Sifa pushed Blood Praise back toward him. "Keep this weapon for now. You can return it once you have something better to replace it."
Caven froze for a moment. Of course, he knew that this Great World was a Mystical Item, and he also knew what abilities it possessed. This revolver had considerably increased his combat strength, making up for a Magician's shortcomings in direct combat.
Precisely because he knew its value, he was surprised to see Sifa entrust the revolver