"Haha."
Clarence let out a nervous laughter after hearing what Everett said. It would be a lie to say he wasn't scared, he was sure that the sword was still radiating it's aura, it was probably his dad that the people were scared off, thus not daring to openly move against him.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, making the atmosphere return to its original silence as he sat there drinking coffee with his eyes closed.
"I'll give it to my dad."
The three of them looked at Clarence who was looking at his empty cup with a serious expression. Taking a deep breath, the man in question continued,
"I can't restrain its aura anyway, plus even if I buy an artifact to mask the aura of the sword, not to mention the exorbitant price of such an artifact, I still won't be able to display the full use of the sword.
So, the best choice would be to give it to my father, the best swordsman to ever have existed. When I reach his level, I can try and get it back."
