Roland worked on his form until evening came. He then asked someone to bring him the best drink they could find within the two fortresses. In the end, it was Lucien who brought him the beverage.
"Thanks, brother!" Roland patted the prince's back.
"Don't call me that. Now tell me, why did you make me bring one of my father's best wines? I hope it's not to share with my sister… she's weak with alcohol." Lucien passed him the bottle and a few cups.
"No, nothing like that. To be honest, I haven't tried drinking yet. Then again, I have the body of an adult now, so it shouldn't be bad. But anyway, it's to have a few drinks with my blacksmith friend, Arvor. Today he finishes my weapons."
Lucien, who had not yet met the man, wondered how he looked and was curious to see the new weapons Roland would receive. Roland, however, quickly saw through the prince's thoughts.
"I guess you're coming along then. Let's head there together. It'll be fun showing off my new gear to you."
