Fiammael ends up in Parfynora's hands. Besides the exquisite design and convenience of the weapon itself, the aristocrat also feels something pressing down on her, as if someone's will, filled with malice and power, is influencing her.
-The quality of the weapon is excellent. But I can understand the reluctance to hold it too often. Such an item is better hung on the wall, so that guests of the estate can see it.
Where do we end up when we save the world?