The day after the coming-of-age ceremony had passed. Despite the cursed sword's best efforts to reject Sylas, it was completely futile. The only thing the sword could do was summon flames, which were useless against someone who was immune to fire.
As time passed, the cursed sword's flames eventually died out, and Sylas calmly sheathed the sword.
—Thank you, brother. I'll use it well from now on.
—…
Ulrich could only stare in stunned silence at Sylas's radiant smile. He barely remembered what happened after that. His memory of the event blurred; the only thing he recalled clearly was stumbling back to his room in a daze and collapsing from exhaustion. The shock had been too much to endure with a clear head. But waking up now, Ulrich felt even worse than he had the day before.
"Brother, what have you done?!"
The first thing he heard after waking was the indignant voice of his younger brother, Dani, filled with fury.
