"That's so funny…"
The voice did not come from my words but from Zoe who suddenly appeared in front of the cursed sword.
Zoe's body, which was very similar to mine, suddenly spread her butterfly wings and exerted magical pressure to restrict the movement of the cursed sword.
"My current master is only bound by a spirit contract," with a tone that sounded annoyed and threatening, Zoe pressed her magical aura to affirm every sentence she said.
"There is no more room to adopt a cursed sword that has lost her old master," with that one sentence, Zoe gave an affirmation to get rid of the cursed sword's attempt to form a contract with me.
Seeing the butterfly spirit and the cursed sword fighting in words, I seemed to be in the wrong place.
"…"
"…"
As Zoe and the cursed sword stared at each other in silence, they suddenly turned their heads towards me.
