Reinhardt smiled and nodded his head. Now he had sothing to look forward to.
He was in the midst of conversing with his acquaintances when suddenly he felt a disturbance. A minute mana pulse that was only possible for him to sense because of his Divine Level Mana.
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Training Field, middle of the area...
Inside the crater rested a large warhamr that was carved with faintly visible, ancient looking runes.
At a glance, other than its big size, the hamr looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, it was this weapon that made Tollivar Stout the force he was.
A weapon that could decimate a high-ranking demon in a single strike. A weapon on the level of a holy sword. Ever since it crashed on the training field, it had never left the place and beca a part of the knights’ training.
Additionally, since it was impossibly heavy, no one ever tried to steal it.
At this mont, a shadow of a person could be seen standing near the hamr. The figure extended their hand and grabbed the hamr. Given that not even the likes of the Holy Knights could lift the hamr, it was quite naive of the person to think that they could lift it.
However, at this mont, a surprising event occurred.
The hamr, which no one was able to move, was at this mont lifted off the ground. Even though it was just a couple of inches, it was still quite an achievent.
"Kuh!!"
BANG... The figure cried out, unable to lift the hamr any longer, and it slamd into the ground again.
The figure huffed and looked at her hands. "What’s going on? Why do I feel like the hamr is calling to ?"
The person was talking to themselves, not expecting an answer to co from nowhere.
"That’s because the hamr called you. It appears that it has recognised you as its new owner. However, since you yourself don’t know your own value, you are still unable to lift it."
At this mont, the clouds above the sky parted, giving way for the moonlight to illuminate the figures.
One had short golden hair and a dashing appearance. They stood at the edges of the crater with their hands folded as they looked at the hamr.
The other person, the one standing near the hamr, had auburn hair and a toned, curvy body. The person donning the armour of the Temple of Light was none other than Delicia.
"C-Commander?!" The forr knight called out in surprise. She hadn’t sensed anyone approaching.
Reinhardt ignored her surprise and skidded down into the crater. "Why don’t you try communicating with the hamr? You can feel it humming, can’t you?"
Once again, Delicia opened her eyes wide. Indeed, she could hear the hamr humming. In fact, it had been buzzing nonstop, so much so that she had to co here all the way from the plaza to check it out.
"Yes... so the Commander also hears it humming? I thought I was going crazy."
Anybody would think the sa; after all, holy sword grade weapons, which had ford their own spirit, were extrely rare.
"It’s not humming but actually trying to communicate with you. However, since you are not ready, it appears like humming to you." Reinhardt explained.
Had it been anyone else saying that, Delicia would no doubt look at them like they had gone insane. However, the one saying that was none other than the Commander, the man she respected the most.
"Can weapons really talk?"
"Indeed, they can. Ancient weapons which were forged with technology that has been lost to humans now, can talk with their wielder once they form a spirit. Of course, it also depends on the master of the weapon too"...
"In most cases, a weapon develops its spirit as it goes through the life and experience of its wielder, growing stronger with them. Then there are the extrely rare cases where the weapon forms a spirit right at its creation. The Hamr of Resolve here belongs to the first category."
So that was the case. Delicia nodded, then asked the question that was on her mind. "Commander, you said that I can’t hear it because I am not ready. What does that an?"
"It is exactly as it ans. You are not ready. It seems the knot in your heart has not unwound completely. As long as you don’t accept and move past it, you will never be able to raise your level any higher." He looked at her deeply.
The physical therapy was long over, and the woman, while still making progress, was still stuck at level 5. Given that she was a forr knight and possessed top tier talent, it was far from ideal progress.
Reinhardt did not explain any further and turned around to leave.
Just as he reached the edge of the crater, his steps halted, and he gave her a suggestion and a clue.
"Do you think the mbers of the Temple of Light are people you cannot trust? Do you think they will take advantage of you just like they did in your previous order? Da Delicia, ponder about that question on your way back."
With that, he left. The seal Delicia put on herself was quite simple yet extrely complex at the sa ti. It was a matter of heart and mindset, which could be quite troubleso if not handled well.
One wrong move, and she might just permanently lock that trait of hers and waste her potential. He could only help her this way and give her clues. As for whether she would be able to get over it or not would depend on her.
Delicia, who was left alone to ponder the question, touched her rapidly beating heart. For so reason, she felt like the Commander knew her past and the thing she feared the most.
Do I not trust them? In her mind, the faces of all of her comrades surfaced one after another.
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