It's not stealing if you return them.

Time to put than plan in motion.

Mission accomplished. She's managed to borrow* Lúin. What a fancy-looking lance. * Translator's note: Read borrow as steal.

Swing, sweep, thrust—!

. . .

Blink.

Swing! Thrust. Hiyaaaa!

"Seriously?" She stares at the Relic in her hands. It does what a normal weapon does. And it looks like a normal weapon, too.

"This is disappointing. I did not sneak past fourteen people to smuggle out something as big as a Relic for nothing to happen."

She lowers the lance. This was a disappointing experience. It shall be returned later.

"Stab your chest, break your neck, smash your head... I will allow you to choose your own death." (cont. ↴)

"When you get right down to it, royalty like you and commonfolk like me... We're all just people." (cont. ↴)

She has gone missing.

She emerges. Her strategic hiding is no longer necessary. So she returns.

The smell of peach sorbet was very convincing as well.

She swings Lúin around as though it is a normal lance.

"This is—! The biggest disappointment!"

"Sometimes, I'm surprised how warm the monastery is. I wish my parent's home was like this." (cont. ↴)