"But... the foreign tribes have Imperial Arms too?"
Najeta thought of another point. How could the foreign tribes possibly have Imperial Arms? In all these years, she had never heard of the foreign tribes possessing any Imperial Arms.
"Who knows? Several centuries ago, the Empire lost nearly half of its Imperial Arms. No one knows whose hands they ended up in."
"Besides, it hasn't been confirmed whether that Imperial Arm user is even from the foreign tribes. Those tribes alone... wouldn't dare act so brazenly."
There were three major foreign tribes, located in the northwest and south. The one Durandal and the others were currently facing was one of them...
Aside from the foreign tribes, this world had quite a few other anti-Empire forces.
"You mean..."
Sure enough, Najeta immediately understood what Durandal was implying.
"Let's not talk about that. Anyway, I'll take this Imperial Arm and play with it. It doesn't suit you very well."
"But once we go back this time... you should receive your own Imperial Arm too, right?"
Durandal had no intention of saying more. She took out the hammer-shaped Imperial Arm in her hand and played with it, then stared thoughtfully at Najeta before her.
Her Imperial Arm, Pumpkin the Catapult, had not yet reached her hands, but it should be soon. Once she returned this time... she should be able to get it.
Probably...
Durandal could not predict the specifics.
"You've mastered an Imperial Arm?"
Najeta stared at the Imperial Arm in Durandal's hand, slightly stunned.
"Who knows?"
After talking with Najeta for a while, Durandal stopped disturbing her as she arranged the army and returned to camp alone.
The moment she entered her tent, a purple-haired little loli threw herself into her arms.
"Durandal Mom☆~"
Chapter 53: Aren't Two Moms Nice?
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