Chapter 324: a mother’s sacrifice is always present in any life form
The feeling was more or less akin to passing through a portal. Well, perhaps because it was a portal.
We stepped into what looked like a...lobby? Yes; a lobby, or a lounge. A small room with two doors on the opposite wall, fitted with comfortable-looking chairs and tables. The room was circular, as if following the contour of a tree, although the size was nothing as wide as Alzeriya’s circumference.
"The left one leads to the artifact room, and the right one is for the documents," the scribe explained, and we automatically steered to the right.
There was another seal on the door, and while the scribe was working on unsealing it, Amarein told me more about the place. "This is not the only place accessible from Alzeriya’s gate," she told me. "Depending on the incantation, the door will bring us to different rooms."
"Oh? How fascinating!"
"There’s a treasury, a prayer room for me to speak with Mother, and..." she lowered her voice; it seemed to be a natural reaction due to caution, not to be discreet, "...and an arsenal."
I turned my face to her with widened eyes. I didn’t need to voice my question for her to reply. "It’s...something we add after the war," she said. "We realized that even if we don’t start anything, others might. And, if such a dreadful thing happened again, we should at least be ready to take on arms."
"But...what kind...?"
As far as I knew, druids only used elemental magic--I mean, they were more like a healer and a beast tamer. Even the ’spear’ wasn’t actually a spear, not really.
"Defensive armor, mainly," she smiled wryly. It was clear that she didn’t like talking about this topic very much. "And some cold weapons that could be infused with elemental mana, made of the Great Tree’s branches."
"Just like Alveitya,"