"I have a long list of names, I don't think I want another to remember a dead man henceforth." The Immortal Armour was solemn this time around.
"I was made to be passed on to the killer of my past owner? I really don't have any grudge against you since I lost my attachment to my hosts a long time ago. You won't be any different if you have to protect the killer of your past companions over and over again."
Godfrey's eyes flickered. "I see."
"Let's see if you can survive until fifty. I would prefer it if you're a few centuries old but I'll lower the standards." The Immortal Armour responded.
"That's a long time but I think you'll change your mind,a year at most." Godfrey told him as he walked through the fog.
If the armour could raise an eyebrow, it would have.
"Have you ever wondered why you're different? Why you have an entire castle hosting the former chosen world's race when your mana system only supports summoning living beings?" Truth Seeker's whisper made Godfrey pause.
