"If I had to give a name to the Magic Land where Valhalla stands, I'd call it the Holy Land." Medisha concluded.
"Holy Land, that's a really good name." Romantic agreed.
Qian also nodded. She felt that something belonging to the Lord should be worthy of such a name—of course, if Brand knew what she was thinking, he'd probably blush.
The Silver Elf Princess, however, was looking at this young man who was now her "master." The Earth Sword, the Golden Apple, Valhalla—one legendary thing after another appeared at his side. If in the past she could still chalk it up to coincidence, then in this moment Medisha suddenly wondered if this was Destiny calling to her once again.
Just like Destiny had called to her back then.
For some reason, she suddenly began to feel a bit of anticipation for the future.
