“Waiting was no issue while our children were just children and spent their days playing around.” Selia said.

“Now, however, they are Awakened children, and their magical powers have increased. They can hurt each other with Spirit Magic when they get angry, just like they can get hurt by mistake when they tussle with the Hati children.

“I’m fine not having an enchanted armor myself, but I want our kids to be safe. As long as they are protected, I don’t care who I have to beg.”

Protector nodded and dropped the argument. He stared out a window, trying to understand what he could have done better and finding no answer.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t offer you Adamant. My reserves have been depleted recently.” Lith stared at Tista, who swallowed hard and became suddenly fixated on the contents of her plate.

“Don’t worry, Lith. I don’t expect-”

“What can I offer you, instead, are the old Orichalcum Scalewalker armors my family just returned to me.” Lith cut Selia short. “I’ll use Creation Magic to recycle the ingredients, and after upgrading the armors’ enchantments to my current skills, you and the kids won’t have to be afraid of anything.”