Though Firo is now our main attacker.
It shouldn't be necessary for Raphtalia to act unless it's urgent, and the same goes for me.
This sounds bad, but there may be weapons somewhere else that are better than the ones in the old man's shop.
We went around the equipment store to check out the metal wagon. The hood is metallic, and the whole carriage feels like an enlarged Christmas ornament that my parents bought.
"Wow~......"
Firo's eyes are shining with unprecedented brightness. She heads towards the front and grabs the handle.
"Firo is going to pull this right!?"
"Yeah."
"Yaay~!