Jed's questioning came from the depths of his soul.
He had lived a solitary life, devoted solely to the study of swordsmanship.
To him, women were the root of all disasters.
And his views could be considered quite old-fashioned.
Romantic relationships between teachers and students were utterly unacceptable in his eyes.
He couldn't fathom how William the Obliterator, a swordsmanship elite, could give his sword to a woman.
"You do so to the dishonor of the sword!"
Jed raged on the spot, pointing his divine sword at William, his expression turning somewhat manic.
"Get your sword back, fight me, and then die by my sword."
William laughed, "It's just a sword. I can borrow any to fight you."
"Borrow any?" Jed burst into laughter, "Without your Sword of Soulbreaker, do you still deserve the title of William the Obliterator?"
William massaged his temples, saying, "I now go by William Johnson. Just call me William."
