Chapitre 399: The Art of Bargaining is always asked for exaggerated things at the start

Their eyes were now on Alveitya, who was vibrating proudly beside me. Even the chirping little bird who adorably flew around it did not lessen the charisma it was trying to show.

The first one to make a voice was Zarfa, who stood up while grabbing her chest and gasped. "Is...is that...Alveitya?"

"Yes," I nodded, trying hard to control and prevent myself from gushing out about it to Zarfa.

She must have been curious, as the one who had been writing about it--even if it turned out to be a revelation and not purely coming from her imagination.

But I couldn't let myself falter here.

The second person to speak was the Hero; "But...that's..."

"Different?" I smiled, and Alveitya buzzed again as if scoffing. "What you had seen before was the 'spear' in its dormant state. But Alveitya wasn't just a spear, it's a--"

"Scepter..." Tsalinade finished my sentence in a daze. "The Royal Scepter..."

"What?!"