The meeting came to an end.
Afterwards, Luoqi and Vivian exchanged a few words, but Shane did not butt in.
The things worth discussing had been discussed; persisting in conversation, Shane always had the feeling of licking the Goddess's boots.
To avoid becoming like those noble sons outside, a bunch of bootlickers, Shane focused on his own thoughts, observing Luoqi's Holy Sword with admiration rather than seizing the rare opportunity to chat with the Princess and earn brownie points.
However, no matter how much he admired it, Shane had only one thought.
"This sword is really weak."
Hear ye, do the people agree?
But this was truly Shane's sincere thought.
Compared to his own Holy Sword, wasn't this one far inferior?
Of course, being weaker had its perks; at least one could use it openly without concern unlike Shane, who felt like he was cradling a nuclear bomb rather than a Holy Sword, always worried that if the outer layer failed to contain it and got punctured, what then?