Maybe Benjamin will allow me to join the fight against the Mature dragon.
The idea was appealing, a chance to stretch my muscles and remind myself that I was still a warrior, still capable of great feats of strength and skill.
It had been too long since I had truly fought, too long since I had felt the rush of combat.
"According to recorded history, Renard's idea of the adventurers was inspired by a story told to him a very long time ago by a god-touched," I answered Benjamin's question, my voice carrying the weight of historical fact.
"God-touched? Was he referring to Violette?" Benjamin asked again, his brow furrowing with curiosity as he turned to face me.
His blue eyes searched my face for some confirmation, some hint that his guess was correct. "She probably would have known about adventurer when she was Maria."
"Hm...? You speak as if Lady Violette is a god-touched..." I asked for clarity, my voice carrying a note of genuine confusion that I made no effort to hide.
