Aeron held her and said, "With your cultivation, you could have forcibly broken the array to get out, but you didn't. That just proves my judgment wasn't wrong. My wife is a truly good person, so I'm willing to trust you."
Meeting his smiling eyes, Nerida's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"You really... trust me."
'He trusts me that much.'
Taking Aeron's hand, Nerida said in a low voice, "That's a Divine Artifact. Aeron, aren't you afraid I'll take it and leave? You shouldn't think so highly of me."
That was a Divine Artifact.
Who wouldn't want one?
'It's a good thing it was me. If it had been some sanctimonious hypocrite, Silvanis might have met a very different fate. After all, in the Cultivation World, the strong prey on the weak. To grow more powerful, those kinds of people are capable of anything.'
Aeron squeezed her hand in return.
"You wouldn't."
Nerida smiled.
"No, I wouldn't."
She said it with frank honesty.
