A clear presence emanated from the ring. A distinct will awakened within it.

It was an equipment with a different personality, unlike Bardray.

Taesan waited, filled with a mixture of unease and expectation.

Then, a voice rang out.

[...How are you?]

It was the voice of a young woman, incredibly soft and gentle. For a moment, it drained the strength from Taesan.

[Are you my master?]

“Yes.”

[Ah, I see.]

The ring muttered quietly.

[Though I am confused... I understand the situation. I am your possession. I will follow you as my master and protect you. Please, command me. Master.]