A girl whose eyes were filled with sheer determination held a dagger that had the inscriptions of the Rim. The clear, translucent blade that was taken care of since the dawn of Patriargë... was now in her hands.
This blade which had helped the country to flourish for thousands of years now served no purpose. It was nothing but a blade that only displayed the glory Patriargë once held. But that glory was long gone, and the country was no longer what it once was.
The blade served no purpose when all the glory is nothing but gone.
So, SHE would be glad to grant its last objective.
For the betterment of the country—for the betterment of the children. She would use this blade for them. This useless blade was labeled as the foundation of the country. However, for her, it was nothing but a piece of junk. If it would only rest into a chamber that was safeguarded with useless soldiers, then it's better off sold for a considerable price.
