"Not very concerned about everything ..."
Liz's words plunged Reiger into reflection.
Recalling the glistening golden hue in Liz's eyes as she drew the Moslo Sword, the indifference and detachment indeed sent shivers down one's spine, resembling a deity who deemed everything beneath her, powerful yet devoid of the emotions typical of humans.
For some reason, recalling Liz in that state, Reiger couldn't help but think of the "Ice Woman."
When that woman drew the National Guardian Divine Weapon she spoke of, she too merged with the weapon in her hand like Liz had, gaining immense power while her eyes gleamed an icy blue, her gaze as cold as ice, indifferent to all things.
Of course, that woman was inherently cold, like a block of ice, even without drawing that so-called National Guardian Divine Weapon, she was still unbearably cold.
