Amber's words had always ignited feelings between wanting to punch her and really wanting to punch her in other people. If this was any other day, Gawain would already have drawn his Sword of Pioneers and pinned her against the wall. This time however, he did not squabble with her.
Because he was in high spirits right now.
He was even in the mood to discuss a slightly more serious question with Amber. "Do you know how invaluable this magic circle is?"
"How invaluable it is?" Amber blinked. To be fair, this half-elf miss was quite confident of her magical accomplishments—she was so convinced of her ignorance on this subject that she was not ashamed to admit it. "I can't even read the magic runes that have been used, so how would I know what their value is…"
