Thales stared at the red smallsword in his hands dispiritedly.
He was completely out of it even as a trembling Little Rascal moved in front of him and strenuously pulled him up.
'The Blade of Purification.
'Is this what it's called?'
The blade of the sword was blood-red. Its color was incomparably vivid even under the dusky moonlight.
Thales laboriously cleared the thoughts in his head, to the extent where he forgot about his surroundings.
'Is this sword a living thing?
'If it is, why didn't it activate in Black Sword's hand previously?
'If it isn't, what exactly was that voice…
'It seemed like it came from my ear... No, it was more like it came from the bottom of my heart. Why was it so similar to the encounter with the High Priestess of Bright Moon Temple when she was praying?
