Catherine, are you planning to fight with this sword?
As the fiery figure stood before him, Ronald's gaze was fixed on the inheritance of the Saint in her hands.
He really wasn't bothered about the sword being in Catherine's possession.
After all, at its roots, it was something that belonged to Catherine's family, and Ronald wasn't one to obsess over gains or losses.
Nonetheless, Catherine was very considerate.
Upon standing, she glanced at the fire elements in the basin below, not forgetting the Saint Catherine's Sword in her hand.
She recalled her elder sister, mentioned by Ronald earlier.
Her sister's image had long faded from memory, but a faint trace of emotion still lingered in her mind.
This sword was not just a symbol of family lineage, but also a legacy left by her elder sister.
"Heh—"
Catherine let out a mocking laugh, though it was unclear what she was mocking.
Then, she slightly turned her head, casting a sidelong glance at Ronald:
