Ashina was clearly enjoying it so much that her tail was trembling, yet she still forced herself to act tough. "You perverted lord! If you touch my head without warning again, I'll bite you!"
"I'm so scared."
Phield had already had his suspicions, but he hadn't dared to be certain. Now that he'd received a definite answer from Ashina, a surge of uncontrollable delight flooded his heart.
After all, divine artifacts only remained behind after a Divine Chosen's death—and Divine Chosen themselves were already extremely rare. Naturally, divine artifacts that actually survived were even rarer. Because of this, every divine artifact was placed under strict imperial and noble control and almost never circulated freely. The Empire had once sold five of them due to financial hardship, and even a single first-tier divine artifact had started at a reserve price of one million gold coins.
Phield felt as though he were holding a lump of solid gold in his hand.
