Brand sneered inwardly. The Holy Temple always acted independently. Although this guy extended an invitation, his expression showed clear reluctance. Fortunately, Brand didn't mind. He simply shook his head: "Lord Priest should know, I'm also here for the Lion Heart Sword. Even if it's out of my reach, I seek no regrets, so I must proceed forward."
Anman nodded, resisting the urge to check his chest with his withered fingers to confirm if that thing was still in its place. He actually hoped Brand would refuse. However, when Brand mentioned the Lion Heart Sword, it piqued his curiosity, making him glance at Brand: "In that case, we won't hinder you. Baron, your upbringing is extraordinary. When we return to the Holy Temple, I will certainly write a letter to thank Your Majesty in your country."
Anman promised warmly, and for a moment, even his previously clouded mood seemed to brighten.
