"Master… Are you looking for a new weapon?"
The voice of the little girl was very soft. The warrior was not even sure if she said anything at all.
The warrior had a false of sense that the girl was not talking at all. However, Joshua could sense that he was being glared at so intensely, like eyes of a mother cat that was protecting its kittens. The cuff of the clothes he was wearing was tightly grabbed on by a pair of soft hands. She was tugging on the cuffs so tight that the clothes were about to be torn apart. All of his senses were reminding him that what he heard was not just his imagination.
Stop tugging already. If you keep this up, the clothes are going to get torn apart…
"Don't you already have a greatsword before this…. Why do you need a new one?!"
