"…Thank you."
Vera gazed at the sword quietly. Its hilt bore more traces of Dylan's use than her own. Turning her eyes toward her master, Aiden, she noticed him smiling gently.
It was a smile that said it was okay.
"Have you grown attached to that sword already?"
"Well, I've been using it for two whole months…"
"Keep it. I'm sure the sword prefers being with you."
"Really? Are you sure that's okay?"
It was a remarkable sword.
Though not made of Ten-Thousand Year Cold Iron, Cloud Iron, or Black Iron, it was forged with White Lotus Steel, hammered a hundred times to perfection.
But its price and quality weren't the issue.
The sword had a deeper meaning. It was the first weapon Vera had received from Aiden—a gift from her master.
"I already have a sword I'm close to. And if that sword has supported you in standing up again, then it's your pillar now, isn't it?"
"…Yeah."
