"That will be all," Mathew announced after he managed to get rid of the stupid grin from his lips. "For now, that is," he added, the right corner of his mouth twitching up despite Mathew's desperate attempts to keep it down.
"Or wait," the young man called, raising his hand to stop the realm from shattering. "Is there any way to compare the statistics of the weapons?"
It was an obvious question, yet one that Mathew was stupidly late with.
'Sure, this blade feels just right in my hand,' Mathew thought, looking down at his brand new weapon. 'But it might be far worse due to the lack of accumulated power.'
Mathew's worrywart nature surfaced as doubt filled his heart.
And then, a grin returned to his lips.
On the merchant's side, there was no reaction. No voice filled Mathew's ears...
But just like many times before, he could somewhat perceive this transpositional being showing its amusement.
