The colosseum was still echoing with the commoners' triumphant cheers.
Arisha rested her sword on her lap, sitting in her sit, and spoke softly, almost shyly.
"Thank you… Husband."
Aiden looked over his shoulder at her, one eyebrow raised in playful teasing. His free hand continued gently stroking Selvara's white hair as he asked with a mischievous smirk, "Why? For the kiss?"
Arisha's cheeks burned brighter. She glanced down at the sword in her hands, fingers tracing the hilt almost absentmindedly. "I mean… that was helpful, but I'm talking about the gift," she said, her voice quiet but sincere. "The sword felt… different. Stronger. It responded to me perfectly."
Aiden chuckled, low and warm. "Well… you're welcome."
Inside his mind, a quiet thought passed:
*When her sword was in my inventory, the system assigned it as my own weapon. It allowed me to upgrade it, like a game. Pretty handy.*
