'You don't want to let me go, Master? I understand, I don't want to be apart from you either, so... allow me to take care of this...' Suddenly, the lance in your hand disintegrates into motes of golden light, which seem to flow into your arm as the spear is stored within you. 'There we go, that should take care of things for now. Whenever you want to wield me, or... talk to me, you need only call out, and I will always be there to answer you, no matter what. That is my choice.' Rhongomyniad really does seem to have decided to take this endless debt thing way too seriously, you don't really consider what you did for her to be something that she'd need to serve you for eternity for, but then again, you suppose that she almost certainly wouldn't see it that way.

Part 43