"No, that's very reasonable."
Roland said with a smile, of course he couldn't say how strange it was for the critique of "not being too bright" to come out of Sif's mouth.
After all, during the escape, Sif was the epitome of "not too bright."
She has indeed grown.
As if she understood Roland's look, Sif bit her lip and softly defended, "Earlier, I hadn't awakened my memories, my whole self was shrouded in mist, so..."
"I know, my wife is the best, if Aivir had even a tenth of your wisdom, it would be great."
Even though it was praise, it still sounded somewhat strange.
Sif wanted to ask Roland if she was even better than Sofia, but she didn't ask.
Because she knew the answer.
Whether in political skill, individual combat ability, potential talent, or ambition, she was slightly inferior.
She wasn't convinced, but she accepted the facts.
She neither wanted to hear unpleasant truths from Roland nor desired falsehoods, so she didn't ask.
