When those words reverberated across the room, the glint in Selena's eyes shifted. She leaned forward, joining her palms together in front of her like a businesswoman entering a negotiation. But the atmosphere around her was soft, reminding Cain of a mother who was excited to buy her child a new toy.
"Hoo, what kind of weapon? Do you need a firearm? Or blade? I will do my utmost to help you."
Cain nodded. He thought for a moment before giving the woman his answer.
"For now, I want a strong gun like 'Winter Hawk' senior Luna lent to me that day."
He lowered his hand from his chin, gazing at the now-frowning Selena. At that time, the boy held his breath, thinking it might be presumptuous to ask for such a specific, high-grade weapon, even with her permission.
The boy gulped to moisten his throat, waiting for the woman's answer. A beat later, she raised her face, and Selena's furrowed brows lifted in a sorrowful expression.
