Necklace?
Herbert looked at the "Desecration of Sacred Image Necklace" floating mid-air, his eyes slightly narrowing.
"Hmm, this seems about right."
The Archbishop admired his creation for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, and with a flick of his finger, the necklace flew up and landed in Herbert's palm.
Clatter.
"…"
The silver necklace was neither too light nor too heavy, matching exactly Herbert's imagined weight, yet externally betrayed no hint of being a Saint Level seal artifact.
"Is this how it's supposed to be worn, carrying it around with me?"
How should I put it?
It's unexpectedly plain.
Really unassuming, not flashy at all!
The Archbishop noticed the subtle nuances in Herbert's tone and chuckled, asking, "Child, you seem a bit dissatisfied?"
"Uh, no… Not dissatisfied, just, well, it feels a bit subtle?"
"Hehe."
The elder did not elaborate, just laughed as he admired his "masterpiece"—watching the youth instinctively wear the necklace, which emitted no aura.
