|That said, what the hell is the Prophecy of the Eternal?|
Zombie asked Patience while Olive was healing and modifying the sleeping merchant's memories.
|I'm sure you can figure it out from the name alone.|
Patience snickered in response.
|Oh, I see. So now you're acting as if you don't read my mind whenever you like... Sure.|
The boy furrowed his brows and picked up Kopia.
As soon as he did, the scimitar changed into a simple one-handed sword, and Zombie could easily put her into the expensive sheath by his waist.
|Eh...? EH?! What the...?! That's unfair! Like what, you can tease me whenever you like but when I play around you get all grumpy?!|
|...yeah, I'm a huge hypocrite and that's how it works.|
Patience cried out at this blatant injustice and got a stubborn stern answer for her question.
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