"In truth, what our family has guarded for generations is this very Sacred Sword." Dirfiel gently patted the wooden chest. "Its name is Misol, and it is a holy sword of light. It was once Fanzan's greatest treasure, but somehow it ended up in the hands of Gilt, King of Flames. Then it led my family here, where we concealed our identities and lived in seclusion."
Bresen and Manric looked as if they had heard something straight out of Arabian Nights. Their faces were filled with astonishment.
"But why would the King of Flames go to such lengths to do all this?" the young captain could not help asking. "It makes no sense!"
Dirfiel shook her head. "I don't understand either, but this is the legend passed down through my family for generations, and the Sacred Sword truly is here. I shouldn't have known any of this, but before my father was framed and imprisoned by my uncle, he secretly told me everything. I understood what he meant. He was entrusting Yanbao's future to me."
"So Baron Dale has been interrogating your father about the whereabouts of this Sacred Sword all along. Your father refused to give him anything, so that's why he wasn't killed?"
Dirfiel nodded.
"But what does it mean to Eluin? And what does Lionheart Sacred Sword mean to it?" Manric still found it difficult to accept that the Sacred Sword in Valkyrie's hands was a counterfeit. Apart from the lord, she was the person he admired most. "Could it be that the Lionheart Sword held by the Xifah Royal Family and the Kolkovan Royal Family has always been fake?"
"No. The Lionheart Sword is real. Although it was forged as a replica of Radiance, it carries the soul of the Sacred Sword Odephys within it. It