My Sword

Under the sunlight, the carriage continued slowly toward Everstar City along the road, while the civilians on either side were kept far away by the Standing Army, leaving only blurry faces.

But no one could have imagined that a strange conversation was taking place between this unusual carriage and the dozen-odd members of the Royal Guard surrounding it.

Gilbert stared in surprise as Tales expressionlessly raised his right arm and displayed the object in his hand beside the carriage window.

Marius, Doyle, Gollor, and the other guards all frowned, some confused, others incredulous.

It was...

"This is the Watcher."

The Prince expressionlessly rubbed the hilt of the long, narrow sword in his hand, his tone deep:

"An ancient Empire sword forged from the combined skills of Dwarves and Elves, and the essence of the earth and the Seven Seas."

The Watcher.

Marius was suddenly startled.

Doyle and Gollor froze in unison.

"Your Highness, I..." The Watcher glanced around and suppressed the strange looks of his subordinates.

Swish!

The sound of metal sliding through leather made Marius's words catch in his throat.

The young man studied the slightly unsheathed longsword, feeling its gleaming chill:

"In the distant past, it was the heirloom sword of House Falkenhaus. It once accompanied their ancestor into the Ending War, cutting through every obstacle and witnessing the founding of the Kingdom of Revival;"

"In more recent times, it served as the most reliable blade in the Royal Guard. Together with its master, it weathered wind and rain and helped King Eddie ascend the throne."

In full view of everyone, Tales's fingers brushed across the blade before he closed it and returned it to its sheath. He praised it in a solemn voice:

"Of extraordinary significance."

Perhaps unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, the mount beneath Marius