Leo's crimson eyes looking at the shattered remnant of his sword, lying on the wooden table like a fallen warrior. The handle was barely intact, but the blade was reduced to a jagged, pitiful stub.
Doubt filled in his face as he pointed at it, his voice low. "You're telling me this is my sword? The one you found from the site?"
Gidon, leaning against the wall in the cluttered room where Leo had come to reclaim his belongings, gave a firm nod. "That's the one, kid. No mistake, it is laying just feets away from you, even i thought to throw it there."
Leo picked up the handle, turning it slowly in his hands. "Torgrim's gonna have my head for this," he muttered, half to himself.
Gidon let out a booming laugh, clapping Leo on the back with enough force to make him stumble. "Come on, Leonhardt! You didn't break it fighting some lowly goblins. You killed a demon commander. Things like this happen!"
