Chapter 413
"Are you saying that your prosthetic has become a dragon’s armament?" Nasser asked, his voice filled with curiosity. Even Mev gave Miguel’s intricately forged steel prosthetic a fresh look.
Miguel shrugged. "I asked something similar, but it told me it didn’t quite deserve that title. Apparently, I haven’t left a big enough mark on history to be granted such a grand enchantment. If it did, it would disrupt causality and anger the gods or something."
He glanced down at his prosthetic hand. "It’s just a small token of gratitude for acting as his messenger, it said. And honestly, this thing goes completely numb for two days after using the enchantment."
Despite his words, there was a distinct satisfaction in Miguel’s expression. He casually rested his steel hand on his thigh and gave a grin. "But still, it’s more than enough for me. The power of a dragon runs through my fist and even wraiths shatter like pottery. Pretty damn cool, don’t you think?"
"Yeah. That’s quite something—a dragon’s messenger." Mev chuckled lightly and took a seat across from him. She set her helmet on the edge of the table and leaned her newly gained sword against her shoulder in a relaxed manner.
"When our mission is complete, and Sir Ian and the future saintess return safely, your name will be recorded in history as well, Priest," added Nasser, who had been rummaging through his bag.
"My name? If my name is going down in history, then Nila’s should too. That beast has killed more monsters than I have." Miguel scoffed and shook his head. "That horse was always sharp, but now? It’s practically human. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it started talking one day."
"Indeed. What exactly happened? Nila seems to have changed in a way that’s anything but ordinary." Nasser asked as he pulled out a blanket from his bag.
Miguel picked up his cup and replied. "It received the blessing of the Blazing Goddess."
"The blessing of Lu Entre?" Nasser’s head snapped toward him in surprise. Even Mev stopped running her fingers over the scabbard and turned to him with widened eyes.
"It’s a long story, but it almost died on the Northern Front. It saved both me and Lucy in the process. Maybe that’s why she received the blessing—because of Lucy’s prayers."