The technique's name was imposing, but it couldn't distract Liam from its priceless aspects. One was its rank, while the other was its nature.
'A weapon art,' Liam gasped internally, carefully seizing the old tome. The Disciplinary Elder had mentioned those back in the Sect, but that was Liam's first time seeing one.
The tome's pages were brittle to the touch, prompting Liam to be as delicate as possible, and browsing them revealed another truth. That wasn't an inscribed item that hid its knowledge. It was a normal book, probably an original.
"This weapon art might be too much for ordinary rooting experts," The spirit eventually commented, "But you have a special constitution, don't you?"
Liam looked up, awkwardly inspecting the smiling spirit before activating his ring to store the old book. By then, he was mostly certain that Archbishop Ignatius truly wasn't an enemy, but protecting his priceless finding still came first.
