She had dreamed of one day owning such a device.
If the Parthenon Temple failed to heal her legs, then Winged Magic Equipment would be her only chance at moving freely like others.
But such items were prohibitively expensive—something she had never dared to even consider.
She had thought the gift Luke promised would be the Sky Eagles, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect it to be something this extravagant.
Moreover, it wasn't just any Winged Magic Tool—it was a legendary Elven Wing!
"Luke, no, I can't accept this! It's far too valuable!" Hazel's voice was soft but firm, her hands clenching tightly.
She wanted it desperately—that much was clear.
But she had only known Luke for a day, and her upbringing had instilled in her a strong sense of humility.
She couldn't justify accepting such a grand gift from someone she had barely met.
Luke, however, had already anticipated this reaction.