"I wish I didn't have to do this." Baldur walked into his room with a sigh and pulled out a crystal with pulsing green light.
The gift of Miss Calamity wasn't as low as a regent post. This was the actual gift.
A life saving energy.
It could replace Baldur in a crisis with an artifical body and fake his death. Its a priceless with no market—every single time this treasure—the creation of a very powerful life force expert appeared, the powerhouses would fight for it like shrews.
If it's made by Miss Calamity herself, it'd be the kings fighting, not the powerhouses. Using it for anything other than life saving could only be described as waste.
Yet, Baldur didn't have any hesitation as he broke the crystal and let the green light envelop him.
A few moments alter, a Baldur—almost identical to him appeared.
"You want me to replace you while you're gone searching for her and her treasure?"
