Malenia's room was large, simply furnished, and neatly arranged.
To her, too many lavish things served no purpose.
They would not make her happy.
Someone like Godrick filled his surroundings with gold objects because he could see them.
Malenia could not see. Apart from how they felt, how much difference could there be between gold objects and wooden ones?
Especially since her Prosthesis had no sense of touch.
Only her left hand could feel anything. By comparison, wood felt gentler, while gold might be too aggressive.
Mainly, her Prosthesis was made of Pure Gold. In her mind, that meant "weapons."
A prosthetic blade hung backward from the wrist of her prosthetic hand, its blade pressed close against her arm.
When she needed it, her prosthetic hand opened, the Prosthetic Blade sprang forward, and the hand gripped the blade itself to wield it.
Simple, practical, powerful, reliable.
Who knew how many reckless, blind fools she had cut down with it?
"Miquella's Blade" had left plenty of aggrieved souls beneath her blade.
Her title was no empty boast. Judging by the precision with which she had sliced the Godskin Apostle imprisoned beneath Radahn's Divine Tower into little pieces with a single Waterfowl Dance, her mastery of the Flowing Sword had already reached its pinnacle.
Unfortunately, she knew only the Flowing Sword and had learned nothing else. As she had put it-focus.
How could she master the Flowing Sword with her attention divided? Besides, the Flowing Sword alone was enough for her to go wherever she pleased in the Lands Between.
Unless she encountered someone at the very peak of fighting power, like Radahn, hardly anyone could do anything to her.
Focus on one thing and reach its pinnacle.
"What did you bring me here for?" Zhao Si asked.
His senior sister really