Ivita frowned. "What special reason?"
"You should understand that the relationship between us shouldn't be that good, right? My 'friend'?"
Ivita mocked him.
Pan God paid no mind to Ivita's ridicule; he pointed to his shadow at his feet, "This special reason is absolutely beneficial only to you, not much to me. Therefore, I need you to pay me in return, take a look at my shadow."
It was then Ivita noticed that his shadow, trailed on the ground, was holding a two-meter-long knight's sword with both hands.
Even though Pan God himself wasn't holding anything.
Yet, his shadow held something he himself didn't have.
Pan God bent down, and tried to wrestle the sword from his own shadow as if playing tug-of-war. Then he lifted the sword, laboriously. "I heard you have the Broken Steel Sword. Help me... help me..."
"Help me to break this!"
"Then, I'll tell you why you can't leave Parviga tomorrow."
