CLANG—
Another sword strike was unleashed, and a tiny crack formed on the black iron ore.
"You know, all your efforts seem like nothing more than futile self-deception to outsiders, right?"
Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in the ears of the little silver spirit.
"Like a fish trying to learn to fly... no matter how hard it trains, it's just labor in vain, yielding half the results for twice the effort."
Only then did the little silver spirit notice the young man who had, at some unknown time, arrived beside it.
The man did not conceal his spiritual power. To the little silver spirit, his soul felt scorching hot and profound, far stronger than any of the Beastmasters who had previously come to form a contract with a Silver Spirit. Even the elder responsible for overseeing the habitat seemed inferior to this young man in the little silver spirit's perception.
"MEW— (I... know.)"
