Kaecilus looked at the sword and the shield that fell out of nowhere. He then glanced at Sylvester in shock. "M-My Lord… This…"
Sylvester expected such a reaction. Even the most stone-faced man would fall back in shock from the view.
Sylvester proposed an offer. "You desire weapons. You shall have them. You swore to serve for the greater purpose, and it's my duty to give you the tools. I will dig a large pit underground here and place the tools in it. After that, you may use them whenever you desire."
Kaecilus nodded. "How many, my lord?"
"Five thousand units of each. Will that suffice?" Sylvester inquired.
"It will, Lord Bard. But how are you doing this? This sorcery… This is…" Kaecilius was confused, as any other man would be. The knowledge of Space Magic was so uncommon that people didn't even know that something like Space magic existed.
