"............…"
Facing the scene before them, everyone was dumbfounded, speechless. Gavi chuckled lightly while holding her belly, and Ogis, ever unreactive, just watched Duanmu Huai with a faint look.
As for Olaya, she had become dumbstruck.
She stared blankly at Duanmu Huai before her, who stood there, right hand raised high, gripping the hilt of the Holy Sword, above which was the blade of the Holy Sword, and above that, a hexagonal altar...
What in the world was this?
Even Olaya was at a loss for words at this point, her mind a blank slate.
"Uh… Your Highness the Princess? Does this count as a success??"
The voice of the black-haired maid sounded in her ears, snapping Olaya back to reality, but even then… there was nothing she could say.
"I… I don't know...…"
After all, for hundreds of years, no one had pulled out the Holy Sword, so who knew what it was supposed to look like? Maybe the Holy Sword was always meant to look like this?