"That sword... is mine."
The owner of Blood Raven answered the Sword Saint.
The ancient figure's closed eyes parted partially taking in the image of Rune with quiet assessment. His hand continued stroking his long white beard in a meditative rhythm.
'Okay... so what the fuck is the Sword King doing here?'
[No idea. Guess they hired him.]
'Haha, funny. In case you didn't register it, I might end up dead.'
[My deepest condolences. It's been nice knowing you.]
'Fuck you! I still have the AP card.'
[You'll die later if you use it here. There's a time limit of one hour for the card's functioning.]
'Why the fuck are you telling me this NOW?!'
"Hmm... it's surprising you have your aura totally concealed within just five circuits..."
The wise figure's observation pulled Rune back from emoting to the air.
"Well... uh..." Rune stuttered.
A clumsily made-up lie wouldn't work on the current strongest being in Ravencourt.
