Setback

"Miss Hiyori, you're too kind," Swain said softly with a pleasant smile.

The graceful beauty standing before him always lifted one's spirits, like warm spring sunlight falling across the body and bringing a sense of comfort.

"May I ask why you summoned me here, my lord?" Hiyori asked softly, a trace of confusion in her voice.

Swain gave a slight look, and Kin'emon immediately understood. He respectfully withdrew at once, knowing that the coming conversation was no longer something he could take part in.

"Miss Hiyori, you and your father were very close, weren't you?" Swain asked casually.

When speaking with Hiyori, he was no longer as direct as usual. On one hand, he knew her temperament was rather unyielding, and pressing her outright might provoke her displeasure. On the other, he feared that she truly knew something important. If he angered her, he might end up gaining nothing.

"My lord, there's no need to call me Hiyori. It sounds too distant. If you don't mind, please call me Kowa instead," Hiyori said gently. Her voice was like heavenly music, soft and melodious, utterly intoxicating.

Swain immediately found himself at a loss. She was simply too good with words! Her gentle tone and mild manner left him unsure how to respond.

He secretly pondered it. The woman before him appeared delicate, but she was actually quite shrewd. It would not be easy to obtain useful information from her.

"I came to find you today because of something. Do you know about the Ancient Weapons?" Swain's voice was low as his gaze fixed tightly on Hiyori.

Hiyori's eyes flickered slightly as she softly replied, "This humble woman knows nothing of such things." Her voice remained as calm as still water, as though Swain's words had not affected her at all.

But