The Elder grit his teeth. "That is our clan treasure. Return it immediately, or else you'll gain the wrath of the Ahpuch Clan in full."
"Your clan treasure? Then why is there no owner of it?" Dyon suddenly chuckled. "Your supposed clan treasure doesn't seem to care about your clan all that much."
The Elder's domineering spirit was immediately washed out by an embarrassed light before his rage built again.
It was true that no one of his Clan had ever gained acknowledgement of the weapon. But, luckily for them, its spirit seemed to be dormant, so it didn't lash out when used by an ordinary wielder.
