"...woah, so dark."
Aesther silently stared at the black sword.
Its hilt was pure black, the sheath was pure black, and the simple beautiful decorations that curled up around the sword were a shade of black silver.
Similar to how Ezrahl wasn't impressed by her tastes, Aesther didn't like his tastes either. She pulled out the sword and just as she thought, the blade was black as well.
It was lined with dull crimson which should gleam when she uses her mana.
Aesther subconsciously reached out to caress the blade but paused. It was Blackfyre, a metal native to Dragonstone.
These blades were forged with spells and dragon fires, never mean to lose their edge. A blackfyre sword can easily even cut stones.
"Is this… for me?"
"Mn."
Aesther really did not want to use a sword so monotonous and dark. But as she stared at it, she realised it was the first time he was gifting her anything…
"Thank you."
