"I'm telling you, Galahad, at your age, don't always keep such a straight face. You should smile more. That's how you get girls to like you."
As one of the older members of the Round Table's younger generation, Percival had something of a friendly big-brother personality. So along the way, he kept teasing the little brother beside him, whose hair matched his own and whose appearance was clearly quite endearing, yet who always liked to keep a stern face and act profound.
Too lazy to say much, Galahad pointed to the transparent band wrapped around his waist and glanced coolly at Percival.
"I've already done my best to make myself unpopular."
"..."
Percival's breath caught, and he was instantly left speechless.
The invisible band tied around Galahad's waist was actually a peculiar belt-sword, a rare treasure.
And what made it worse was that his most beloved little sister had personally given it to this brat.
Years ago, when their iron triangle and Percival's sister had been training in Britain, they had accidentally helped a woman. Favored by fate, they had followed her onto a ship that had originally belonged to King Solomon and discovered this sword.
According to the surviving records aboard the ship, King Solomon had received the sword from his father, King David. It had originally been kept in the Temple of Jerusalem.
Two ribs from various strange beasts were embedded in the hilt. One came from a demon serpent born in the land of Caledon. Anyone who held it would never feel fatigue again, nor would they be wounded on the battlefield.
The other had belonged to a fish. It was small and called "Ertanax," commonly found in the Euphrates River. Anyone who held this fish bone would no longer recall any past sorrows or joys, knowing