Valerian waited for the driad to leave after he received an ancient pinewood sword. The sword was simple and rough but had a certain charm about itself. The young man did not want to ponder over the question as to why Fortuna made him take this wooden sword. His eyes were fixed on the records that the driad handed him.
Suddenly, he wished to kill that driad. After scratching his head for a few minutes he put the records to the side and found a tree to vent his anger. He began to punch the thick trunk of the old tree at the bank of the lake. Fortuna was napping at the side when she heard the constant low thuds, she turned her gaze at Mathiyus and asked with a growl, "Why is he so restless?"
Mathiyus did not understand why Valerian was acting like this, he replied to Fortuna, "I have no idea, your excellency."
