She was very curious.
Just like before in that field.
Viktor summed up the uniqueness of that snowy land in just one sentence.
However, logically speaking, Viktor should never have used this armor.
Hearing Kefla's curious question, Victor slowly raised his head and glanced over.
Even though his eyes were calm, Kefla still felt something was off.
Viktor looked at him as if he were a fool.
At this moment, Viktor's voice also rang out calmly:
"Because my family has one too."
"Uh... I'm sorry."
General Tisnato, who had also participated in countless wars of the Empire, was no weaker than her father, Angus.
At that time, Emperor Auberle even wanted to personally bestow the title of general upon Tisnato.
After all, Tisnato was a brave and skilled warrior in countless battles, both large and small.
In the end, Tisnato refused the reward and only accepted a territory.
Even so, the head of the Tisnato family would still be respected by countless people.
When others meet him, they must respectfully address him as General.
Unfortunately, the hero died young.
Now that I think about it, Clavner's family also had a set of armor passed down from his father.
It seems there really isn't a problem.
While Kevlar was deep in thought, Victor also found himself pondering something.
Despite his words, he actually didn't know what the Hellfire Armor was for.
After all, in the game, that thing was just a boss, and it disappeared after being defeated.
However, what if that armor has the same limitations as the Snow Mastiff Armor?
The profession is easy to solve; Viktor can easily train a second sub-profession with just a little trial and error.
However, since he found the mage class very easy to use, Victor didn't consider any other classes.
The most important thing is still the issue of bloodline.
After all, there are various clues indicating that he is most likely not a biological son of the Clevner family.
However, there's no use thinking about it all now; only by trying it out for yourself can you know the outcome.
Now, after giving all the instructions, Viktor addressed the two of them:
"Then I'll be leaving now."
"Lia is still waiting for me at home."
Kevlar tilted her head back and casually waved her hand:
"Go back, go back quickly."
"Don't keep them waiting too long."
Victor nodded, waving one hand in mid-air, causing a ripple of azure magic to appear in the calm space.
Magic is like a nimble fish, drawing an elegant arc from top to bottom in the air.
Under the influence of that magic, a deep blue magical portal appeared out of thin air.
The center of the portal resembled a shimmering film of water, rippling outwards.
Just as Victor was about to step into the portal, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to Kefla, saying:
"Remember to talk to Gwen often."
Kevlar, though inwardly unconvinced, replied aloud:
"Okay, okay."
In reality?
She's tried before; ever since Gwen changed, she's tried to chat with Gwen every day.
But nowadays, Gwen rarely pays any attention to her.
After giving these instructions, Victor stepped into the portal.
As the magic dissipated, Victor's figure vanished as well.
Kefla watched Victor disappear, then slowly stood up from the ground and stretched.
She felt sticky all over and needed to take a shower.
After all, other women have mage husbands who can skip bathing with a single spell, but she doesn't.
She had to take a shower by herself.
well.
Just as she was about to leave, Gwen unexpectedly spoke up:
Where are you going?
Kevlar answered casually:
"bath."
Wait a minute?
Did Gwen just speak up on her own initiative?
Kefla, who suddenly realized what was happening, was slightly taken aback.
She widened her eyes, turned around, and looked at Gwen with some surprise.
Gwen, still wearing her clothes, spoke to Kefla again:
I want to go with you.
Kefla blinked, feeling completely bewildered.
It was as if she hadn't expected Gwen to take the initiative to speak to her.
But Gwen's words were not yet finished.
"There's one more thing..."
"I want to be reinstated as Knight Commander."
Looking at Gwen, Kevlar's voice trembled slightly:
"Gwen, are you... are you asking for my opinion?"
Gwen nodded.
Kevlar took a few steps back, leaned against the sofa armrest, and stared blankly at the carpet.
After a long while, she took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually softened.
Honestly, after seeing Gwen maintain that indifferent demeanor for so long, Kevlar had already given up all hope.
This was something she hadn't even considered.
There will come a day when Gwen will be able to initiate conversations with her again.
They even started asking for her opinion.
It's as if the old Gwen has returned.
Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes trembled with surprise.
After a long while, Kefla took a deep breath to calm her excited and joyful emotions.
"good."
"I'll take care of it for you tomorrow."
Because this was a request from a loved one.
Kevlar, of course, would do it for her.
...
Viktor stood outside the Delin mansion, looking up at the snow swirling in the sky.
Feel the white mist rising from my breath in the cold wind, then quickly dissipating.
A cool breeze gently brushed against his face, and Vega, perched on his shoulder, shivered and said in a slightly languid voice:
So you still made this choice.
"Sometimes I wonder if my family has any special meaning to me."
Vega yawned to the side:
"Otherwise, why would you abandon everything when everything was progressing so smoothly?"
Victor walked with his hands in his pockets, responding to Vega as he went.
"I've never been afraid of that goddess."
Otherwise, he has countless ways to avoid these subsequent problems, and he could even eliminate Gwen in advance.
but……
Viktor stopped and looked back at the warm, orange-red light emanating from the Delin Mansion.
If Gwen's sense of justice is strong enough to attract the goddess's descent...
"A Valkyrie with emotions sounds pretty challenging."
The crow lowered its body, raised its single, mysterious, and jet-black eye, and glanced at Viktor with a puzzled look:
"I don't quite understand where your inexplicable confidence comes from."
"confidence?"
Viktor's lips curled up slightly, and in the snowy night, his smile seemed particularly ardent.
His obsidian-like eyes gleamed with a deep, disdainful light, as if even the surrounding cold wind paled in comparison to his unrestrained laughter.
"Because I no longer have any rivals."
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