"Light bearer?"
"I do not know the reason why they call you by that name, but it does have a nicer ring, doesn't it? Enough of these unnecessary additions, or I might just get tired and suddenly end your life with a single swing." Onyx warned that clamped Isaac's mouth, "Continuing from what I said before, oh, right, legacy. Yours is being sung by the bards. A story of a young man. They speak of your many weapons, gauntlets, scythe, greaves, and lastly, an oversized white sword. Adding to the fact that you are said to be the Champion of a previous Saint Mark Bearer candidate, another one of the young names rousing from the pile of previous generations, you are a growing celebrity, young Isaac. You are already creating a legacy. Do not try to argue otherwise, I know you are the one they speak of. After all, the increased sensitivity is also used for interrogation."
