Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Will you?"
Arthur's expression became solid. He could only blame himself for her mistrust. "Nica, I'm sorry I made you lonely and let you decide everything by yourself."
Veronica nodded. She was ready to give him a chance. After all, she loved him. "If you are sorry then help me convince Roxana. Ironin will be just my sparring partner. I need someone who can teach me how to use my hands and legs."
"Since she readily declared that she lost, I think she took a liking to you. Don't worry what she has to say," Arthur eased her concern. "As for your sword, care to explain how you got this?"
Veronica tilted her head. "Is this something special?" She recalled it was gifted by an elf warrior from Urulas's group. He gave her this after she learned how to draw a sword and fight with it. It was her first lesson.
Arthur remarked, "It's not a manmade sword."