The torrent of crimson threads erupted from the pommel of the bastard sword in the blue undead's hand and enveloped him like a cocoon.
"Master, you are kidding, right? You are joking, right? You are not being serious, right?!"
the weapon flashed white and turned into a short girl with a terrifying expression dressed in the most fancy dress that was completely out of place– the threads turned out to be her hair – and she actually lift her master up with them, pulling him closer as she leaned him in.
"That other sword isn't even that good! It's that guy's skill! Master, you are being deceived by the flashy lights!"
Kopia cried out and covered Zombie's eyes with her hands like a little girl who didn't want her father to look at her unfinished drawing.
"Oh? Really? Then you will be able to eat that sword but leave the guy alive so that he will be able to prove with another weapon that these cool flames and all are his skills and not the sword?"
