Under Miss Book Spirit's strong manipulative approach, the Hero subconsciously took the scepter she handed over.
Her fingers grasped the scepter, feeling its warm, non-cold touch, and her thoughts drifted to the past.
In the past, she had also seized a crude staff from a Goblin. Although she didn't know where it was thrown now, it was probably placed in a corner of her grandfather's house.
Because it's something used by Goblins, she didn't want to touch it at all—the Hero was not so extreme.
While it's not that everything is indifferent, according to the situation, it's like a pearl covered in dust; perhaps just by carefully polishing it, it can be restored like new.
Thinking so, the Hero firmly held the scepter, which remained luxurious through the ages, inlaid with gold and gemstones.
At the moment her Magic Power resonated with the scepter, an inward yet holy light blossomed from this ancient scepter, flowing from her hands to her eyes under the Hero's astonished gaze.
