After persuading the sword with his nice and pleasant attitude, Ackster wrapped it with his Will, and all of a sudden, he had something smooth and cool in his hand.
Ackster tightened his grip on the sword's handle as he opened his eyes and looked at the still pitch-black sword.
"As I suspected."
"What?"
Ackster wondered what it was that the Sword God had confirmed, so he followed his gaze to the tattoo in the center of his chest instead of the sword in his hand.
'Ah, shit.'
It wouldn't be enough to get rid of the sword by taking it outside his body.
"Well, you wouldn't be a Nesting Doll Sword if you didn't have a sword nesting inside your doll. Well, it looks like it will control you, no? It might be best for me to just free you from it, my understanding disciple."
Ackster sighed. The Sword God had started looking at the sword with a greedy expression that didn't fit his collected and imposing demeanor as the Sword God.
