"You look fearsome." MF grinned as she started to caress her chin. She then pointed at Damascus' walking cane. "Is that your divine artifact? I thought you're going to keep the dagger instead."
"I was supposed to sell this one but I accidentally soulbonded myself..." Damascus let out an empty, sarcastically, pained laugh. "At least it's as a stylist with my current getup."
The four of them held a meeting on how the disciple ceremony would turn out. With a snack and numerous beverage on the circle table, the four of them gave each other their opinion while filling their mouth with something to chew.
MF already announced that there won't be any kind of grandiose ritual or anything, but a test is a must to raise the competitive kindle to burn upon their heart.
