"Oh no, I don't need any of your weapons. I have one of my own," Jacob responded, stretching out his hand for the second time that day.
"Hm?" Romstad raised a brow as he watched the young man carefully. So, this young man had a sword this entire time and simply had no desire to use it at all?
Excalibur instantly materialized in the young man's grasp. The majestic blade, slender in design, pulsed with a bright blue light as Jacob held it horizontally, the glow syncing with the glint in his eyes.
Even Romstad lowered his weapons in awe of the fine piece of weaponry. His swords were a sight to behold, but he had never seen anything quite like Excalibur.
"You had this beautiful child this whole time? Why, then, do you not want a sponsor? I can't understand your ways, Jacob. Make me understand!" Romstad's eyes flashed with mild jealousy. He wondered why this young man had not even wanted to use such a fine sword during his stay in the Tower. He referred to all swords as his children.
