Male Sorcerer Sader beckoned, and the Lionheart Sword fell from the air, landing in his hand. He raised the blade and examined it carefully—the afternoon sunlight passed through the gaps between the blinds, forming a narrow strip of light that fell directly across the blade.
The gleaming blade flashed with dazzling brilliance.
After looking at it for a moment, Male Sorcerer Sader finally spoke. "This sword was the weapon King Lionheart Eck carried during his lifetime. Legend says it is a sword that symbolizes ideals, and that it chooses those who harbor equally noble convictions as its master. But few people know that this sword was forged from fragments of the Sacred Sword Odephys. The soul of the sacred sword lies dormant within its blade. Its first master was the leader of the Flame Dependent Knights, and later, Former Lord Eck's ancestor—"
"About seven centuries ago, this sword was lost by the Cruzian people and came to this southern wasteland. But it was not as history describes, with Former Lord Eck stealing this sacred sword from the Cruzian people. It would be more accurate to say that the King of Flames left behind a final decree before his death. The founding of Eluin, the intervention of the Wind Spirits—all of it was merely meant to conceal an even greater secret."
As he spoke, he turned the blade and laid the Lionheart Sword flat on the desk. "And this sword is the key to that secret."
After saying this, Male Sorcerer Sader raised his head and looked at Antitina. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, but Antitina only frowned slightly, her face revealing nothing.
Her heart was another matter entirely—
She could vaguely still remember that summer night. The light from the Witch Queen's throne had shone brilliantly, covering