It was as if time had left no traces on them at all and the wheel of fate had completed a full turn. After 377 years, on the very soil of their homeland, the two brothers had finally reunited.
Yet, unfortunately, I had no intention of being nostalgic about the past—my longsword clearly declared my intentions.
Before my silver Roland Sacred Sword could even approach him, however, Karwenz merely waved his hand, creating a terribly strong gust that blew me far away.
"There's such a great difference between us…"
Even though I had been expecting the disparity between us to be vast, being swatted away like a fly was still rather depressing.
