Isaac did not answer immediately.
Seeing his silence, she spoke again, this time with a twitching smile.
"I am the First Angel of the War God. Anything you will have, I will have a better version of it. There is no need to worry that I will steal your things. So just show me what you have."
Isaac looked at her for a few seconds longer. He was not trying to be dramatic. He was simply thinking.
In the end, he nodded.
"All right," he said.
He reached into his spatial ring and took out a thin, worn manual. The cover was old, the edges frayed in places, and the material looked closer to hardened leather than paper. It was clearly not something that had been made recently.
Seraphina's gaze sharpened the moment it appeared.
Isaac held it for a second before handing it over. "This sword manual has been with me since I was a child. Back then, I thought it was useless."
