"Great! What is the name of this sword?"
Lance, carrying the giant sword, returned to the two of them. He looked at ease—the signs of his previous exhaustion had vanished.
This was not the result of him refreshing his status but rather the effect of his extraordinary physique; his body had recovered in just a few breaths.
"It has no name yet. Please, My Lord, bestow one upon it."
"A name..." Lance lifted the giant sword, a look of indecision on his face. If I were any good at naming, I wouldn't have called the white wolf Wang Cai. This task really gives me a headache.
"Let's call it 'Giant Slayer.' This sword is forged to combat those powerful monsters."
"That is a fine name, My Lord. You are truly cultured."
"Enough, Winston. Spare me the flattery." Lance set down the giant sword and proceeded with the introduction.
