"But the sword is nothing compared to the scroll." Edward blurted out, his voice laced with incredulity.
"Comparing something like this to a war machine is simply too much."
Hearing this, William felt a wave of confusion. How could a mere scroll, adorned with what seemed like cartoon characters, hold more significance than a sword that had once been part of a legendary weapon, rumored to have cleaved mountains and performed other astonishing feats?
"It may not possess the same monetary value as the sword," Edward continued, "but its artistic worth far surpasses it. This is something believed to have been lost to time, and now, holding it in my hands... I—I—I can hardly believe you would simply hand it over to me." Despite the oddness of his words, Edward felt they carried a certain validity.
