The night was exceptionally clear.
Adam was going to walk toward the black rose garden when he saw a streak of light bolting across the sky, glowing blue as it flew toward the direction of the hall.
"Igris?" Adam muttered.
Dropping everything, he ran toward the direction it flew, reaching the hall in a trice. He found all of the hall doors opened wide as he stood there, his eyes alert.
The streak of light, shooting down from an open window, landed on her right hand. It was like she was catching a shooting star with her bare hand, her figure showering in glittering light.
She said, "This is Igris. My dearest sister named this sword after a loyal knight from the East."
In front of her was a dark elf, her blue eyes narrowed at the princess, hostile and threatening, her twin sword reflecting the candlelight.
"Heh, it's refreshing to finally find someone civilized," Amala raised her chin. Her 6 feet build started to crouch into a stance.
