As the mist dissipated, Claudia plucked the little flowers from the two tombstones and, holding her sword, walked to the middle of the altar, where a waist-high platform adorned with gold carvings was gradually lighting up. The blinding light soon made it difficult for them to see anything. Claudia pressed her hands together and bowed most sincerely before the two young elves. Her actions were so graceful, a stark contrast to the frenzied sword dance she had performed earlier.
"God" responded to the devout girl.
With a thud, a wooden treasure chest entwined with vines fell from the void onto the altar. It was unlatched, its barely closed gap revealing a dreamlike light—much like Claudia's shining eyes, which immediately pounced on it. It might seem unladylike to describe it that way, but Claudia opened the chest with both elegance and swiftness, allowing the rainbow glow of the treasures to light up her rosy cheeks.
"Tsk, it's crooked again."
