Chapter 663: Mixing some truths had always been the recipe for a good lie
Aaah! I felt so dumb! So stupid! We could have had all the relics already!
"Sweetheart, we don’t know if this is the last relic yet," Natha shattered my self-regret.
I looked up from my curling position on the floor. "What...what do you mean?"
"It was two years ago," Natha said while carefully folding the debt contract back. "It might be the relic that Heraz took from that aristocrat’s house."
Oh...
I straightened my back, but soon deflated again. "But if that was the case, then we were back to square one..."
Natha smiled and patted my head, before pulling me off the floor. "What I’m trying to say is that we should look into it more before getting stressed out about it."
I let him manhandle me like a puppet, getting carried to the bed and laying down beside Shwa, who was welcoming me with a loud laugh and a loving smack on my cheek. Was he trying to say I shouldn’t make a sullen face? Sighing, I hugged my son to calm myself, pressing my face on his stomach to inhale the soft, soothing baby scent.
"Besides, you probably wouldn’t know what it was even if you held it yourself, would you?" Natha continued. "I bet those guys forced Valmeier to take out his possession and picked the most precious-looking one."
Well...that seemed plausible. The stuff inside the box was mainly trinkets from his days of going around the border fighting demons. At the time when he had just arrived from that mountain, all he had was that pouch with the bead inside, the pendant, and a bit of money from the old priest for him to survive.
"And I bet Valmeier didn’t even remember he had that bead as a guarantee," Natha smirked.