The seal on Wain's hand glowed as a dark sword that exuded a powerful dark aura appeared beside him.
"You are his weapon...? Can you talk...?" Ceozi muttered with a dazed look.
"Yeah. Something like that. You're an experienced blacksmith, you shouldn't be surprised by talking swords, should you?" Gladius uttered as he, with a few short leaps, reached Ceozi.
"Sure. It's just unexpected, anyway. Living weapons are some of the rarest, you know?" Ceozi said while staring intently at Gladius as though at a rare animal.
"I do, but this isn't a good time for that kind of talk, right? We have to help Wain, his condition is extremely serious." Gladius pronounced as she turned toward the bed.
"I agree, but why did you stop me? These potions cost quite a bit, they can certainly help him! I'm not trying to poison him, I swear!" Ceozi exclaimed.
