"Here, your chosen wand."
Ecter tossed the Magic Wand to Altoria.
"How, how do you have this?" Altoria hurriedly caught it, her eyes widening in surprise as she exclaimed, "Wasn't the chosen wand confiscated by the elders of Ting Tajelri?"
"Who do you think I am?" Ecter said disdainfully, "It's just a weapon, after all. I could smell its location from a distance, and it was easy to take it out of the village."
Altoria couldn't misunderstand the meaning of these words.
"...Did you help me steal the chosen wand from the village?"
Altoria, holding what she referred to as the chosen wand, spoke softly.
"It just happened by chance, it's not like I did it specifically for you."
Ecter said this with a cross look.
Unfortunately...
"You're lying." Altoria was very certain, "You clearly did go steal the chosen wand specifically for me."
Altoria's "eyes" could not overlook this point.
