章 242: The Real Dignity

Dignity?

Callum blinked. If his confusion could be quantified by how many question marks appeared on his face, perhaps Artie would have to step back from the explosion. He really didn't understand. "Lady Ellis, you have become quite a rather reputable figure in the kingdom—"

He was not even finished yet when Artie was conquered by the urge to actually slap his arm and whine: "I mean the sword, you goofball!"

Stunned, Callum took a few more seconds to recover. He then gripped the sword's scabbard tightly before bowing down again. "I am terribly sorry, milady! My elation had numbed my mind! I didn't mean to humiliate you, milady! Then again..."—he raised his eyes—"this sword is..."

"Yep. A family heirloom." Artie cleared her pout from earlier and reached out her hand again. "With a royal territory, you wouldn't need an ordinary sword as an heirloom anymore. Can I have it?"