"And? How was I?" Sara asked playfully.
"Amazing just like always." Yarjak responded monotonously.
Sara giggled, pretending that her brother was genuinely impressed by her taking down the monsters that were attacking them.
"This sword of yours..."
Belian approached her.
"Ah. You're also wielding a relic, right?" she said.
He nodded his head once.
"My sword has the ability to melt anything it cuts." he explained briefly.
Then, he continued staring at her sword, which she wrapped in cloth again.
"..."
Mika, too, had some suspicions.
"I'm just borrowing this." Sara, who caught the hint, said with an innocent smile.
"?!"
Everyone raised their eyebrows and stared at her with wide-open eyes.
"It's actually my mother, who is the original owner of this sword. Every wound inflicted by this sword will gradually worsen. For example, if I leave a small cut on someone's neck, it will be only a matter of time until that person's head falls off on its own, haha!"
