A month passed in the blink of an eye.
After receiving Durol's notice, Rhode and the others immediately rushed to the magic workshop.
Durol held a silver-white longsword in both hands. Invisible magical energy flowed across its blade—the residual magic from the Mana Crystal, which had granted this Holy Sword magical power from the moment it was forged.
He solemnly handed the sword to Rhode. "Even in my centuries of forging, this Holy Sword is my finest work!"
The value of the Eternal Ore and the high-purity Mana Crystal alone was immeasurable. Durol even felt that not many weapons in the Dwarven Kingdom's treasury could compare with it.
After all, there were not many Forging Masters like him!
Naturally, Rhode had no idea Durol was praising himself inwardly. He merely accepted the Holy Sword and asked, "Does it have a name?"
"Not yet. Why don't you name it, Mr. Rhode?"
Rhode looked toward Serie. He was just about to speak, but remembering her terrible naming sense, he promptly kept his mouth shut.
But Serie did not care about that at all and immediately said, "Call it the Eternal Holy Sword! It was made with Eternal Ore as its base, after all."
"Didn't you say there was nothing eternal in this world?" Rhode teased.
Serie turned her head aside. "You must be remembering wrong."
Ignoring Miss Serie's embarrassment, Rhode gently stroked the blade, feeling the magic flowing within it. Then he slowly said, "Let's call it the Human Rights Sword - Light of Ayr!"
This was the result of everyone's combined efforts.
Everyone had contributed to killing that Dragon, and Som had discovered the crucial Eternal Ore and Mana Crystal.
If Som had not preferred axes, Rhode might even have handed this Holy Sword over to him.
"The Human Rights Sword