"Is there a weapon you have in mind, young master?" The young aide asked, cutting through his thoughts.
She looked at him, her gaze filled with concealed curiosity, and the little dragon in his arms seemed to shift, looking at the young man as if it, too, wondered what weapon he'd choose.
[You're choosing a spear, are you not?] The book suddenly rang in his ears, almost startling him.
"Yes, I'll be picking a spear as my weapon." He said.
Soomin looked at him with mild astonishment before nodding her head. Wooyun noticed this and couldn't help but smile. "What? The spear doesn't suit me?"
She didn't say anything for a moment before shaking her head. "No…I always pictured her young master with an elegant sword tied at your waist."
Oh? How unexpected?
