Turning her head, Elsa smiled at Phield again. "Your bravery on the battlefield was truly eye-catching. My uncle considered stepping in to help several times, but you resolved everything yourself."
"It was the warriors who paid with their lives," Phield replied without hesitation.
"That is still your achievement. I've brought ten sets of broad-leaf scale armor. I hope they'll be of some help to you."
Phield accepted them awkwardly. "Th-this really puts me in a difficult position. Thank you."
There was no reason to refuse—these were all gold coins, after all.
"Hehe, I specifically secured them for you. Plate armor is quite scarce right now." Elsa's tone today was much gentler, warm and approachable. Any ordinary man treated this way by a beauty would likely have already fallen. Her willow brows curved as she said intimately, "Quick, tell me about the battlefield."
"It would be my honor."
The two walked side by side, chatting casually.
