"That's too biased." Tilan smiled and blinked, lightly taking Ores' hand and placing it on the axe.
"Feel it carefully, get used to its weight."
"Although it's not as nimble as a sword, the heaviness of the axe is where its power lies."
Despite feeling a bit of resistance, Ores decided to give it a try under Tilan's persuasion. She slowly grasped the axe handle and raised it in front of her. As she noticed everyone smiling brightly at her, she felt embarrassed and then put it down again.
Sensing Ores' shift in mood, Tilan walked behind her and helped her again, their four hands combined to lift the axe together.
"Don't worry; everyone is just curious, not mocking you. You are the perfect Ice Spirit noble lady, the princess in everyone's eyes. Something like this won't change that. Besides, when Ores holds a weapon like this, doesn't it feel heroic? Like a scene from ancient legends."
