But the powerful aura she exuded forced that affection deep into their hearts. Any man would feel an intense sense of inferiority when facing her.
They felt unworthy of her and did not even dare confess. A rash confession would only be an insult to her.
"Durandal, you're here. We were only waiting for you."
Watching Durandal arrive on horseback, Najeta had to admit that the knight before her was a born commander. Compared to Durandal, Najeta herself seemed less like a general.
"Sorry!"
Hearing Najeta's words, Durandal offered a faintly apologetic response. She was not exactly late—it was not even six in the morning yet—but she had indeed been the last to arrive.
Rita's lap pillow had simply been too comfortable, and Durandal had not wanted to get up. Besides, she had no idea when she would return from the border, and she was still somewhat worried about Little Black. Sil was looking after him, but Durandal still doubted whether she could truly take proper care of him.
"I let you arrange your own training during this period. You haven't been slacking off, have you?" Najeta did not blame Durandal, instead asking teasingly.
"Of course not. My strength will only keep growing. There's never any chance of me regressing."
Though she said that, Durandal's strength did not seem to have increased much lately. Rita, on the other hand... because of those two Imperial Arms, had grown considerably stronger.
Perhaps she should get herself an Imperial Arm to play with too?
When it came to combat power, Durandal did not care about Imperial Arms at all, so she had no interest in combat-oriented ones.
But in terms of support... quite a few Imperial Arms were still very useful.
For example, the Dimensional Array [Shangri-La].
As a spatial movement-type Imperial Arm,