"You want to sell this sword?"
The lady said, staring at the sword and then me. I didn't hesitate to nod my head.
"Yes, I want to sell this sword."
Take it from me.
If there was one thing that I desired, it was them taking the sword from me.
"….Please wait a second."
The young lady immediately left, and I stood patiently at the waiting desk. From time to time, I'd find myself looking back.
My face was changed, and nobody could recognize me.
Still, I didn't feel safe and every second that I stood there with the sword felt like forever.
Seconds stretched into minutes and shortly after a gentleman with long white hair, a finely trimmed mustache, and a nicely fitting suit came from the back.
"Is this the product?"
He walked forward, took out a small monocle from his pocket, and analyzed the sword.
I stood behind the counter and watched as he took out the sword from the box and traced his finger over it.
