The Divine Thief stole Yeosocheon's sword along with the cherished weapons of her companions before vanishing.
"No wonder he's branded a martial world public enemy. He didn't just swipe our weapons—treasures from every sect and clan, then poof, gone. Why do you think I said the Central Plains would flip if word got out that vault's been found?"
"…Sounds about right."
"But you consulting me before stirring up trouble? That's honestly commendable. If you'd acted recklessly, it'd be a playground for half-dead corpses… This way, we can flip it to our advantage."
"Wasn't it just about getting your sword back?"
"Shut it!"
She'd been playing up the drama, but seeing her snap back to her usual self drew a quiet chuckle.
"D-Do you know how precious that sword is?! I can only wield my full strength with it! I've been struggling with this unfamiliar junk—"
"…Are you crying?"
"N-No, I'm not! I'm not upset at all!"
