Arceus immediately rose and greeted them politely as the manager.
"Welcome to Nexus Weapon Store," he said calmly. "Please feel free to look around. If there is a weapon you are interested in, I will gladly explain its details."
His voice sounded steady.
Professional.
Almost as though he had worked there for years instead of merely a single day.
The younger disciple beside Ares Frost unconsciously stared at Arceus for several seconds.
The look of displeasure appeared on his face. Eamor considered himself one of the most handsome men in Solaria; many daughters of wealthy merchants fawned over him, often singing praises of his looks. Yet, seeing the man in this store, Eamor felt smaller.
And combined with Arceus' calm voice and refined manners of a noble, Eamor unconsciously grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Seeing this, Ares elbowed him sharply in the ribs. The young man instantly snapped back to reality while coughing awkwardly.
Then Ares turned toward Noah.
