"Holy Flower Shield."
Klimte had just gone to rummage through the shelves of standard supplies in this supply hut and hadn't searched the corpses of the clergy, so when Lann drew out this Shield, his expression grew complicated.
Part regret, part delight.
The regret was that even this Shield hadn't been enough to save that cleric's life. The delight was that now they could use this Shield themselves.
"This is an ancient relic of the White Sect once called the 'Mage Slayer.' The Battle Art on it is [Spell Parry]. Even Magic can be completely knocked aside if you time it right!"
"Then you take it."
Lann tossed the small Shield back to Klimte without even turning his head.
"I'm fast. Those spells will have a hard time hitting me. On the other hand, if it can protect you, that's important. Your restorative miracles are crucial."
Klimte didn't fuss about it. He simply strapped the small round Shield to his left arm, pairing it with the long spear he was leaning on.
