"Nooo!!!"
Tristan was horrified. The precious sword that has accompanied him all this time was cracked and chipped out.
What did he expect?
With such a crude idea and a stupid test, one of the swords was bound to break.
Master Laril approached him and took the cracked claymore from his hands. She turned it around several times and studied each ridge intently.
"Hmm…"
"What is it, Master?" Tristan asked, and he approached his master, trying to get a closer look at the sword and determine what caught his master's eyes.
Although Tristan tried to be as casual as possible in front of her, deep down he was enraged and sad from witnessing what just happened. The sword had always been with him since he came to this world, and in a way it was a constant help in this chaotic world. He will make sure his master would be responsible for this outcome.
