"So, do you like it?"
Karyl asked gently.
He stood in the resplendent room, his wet hair reflecting the light cast by the chandelier. Faced with his question, Konrad Curze hesitated for a long while before finally shaking his head.
"I can't use it," he said dejectedly. "I don't know why, but I always feel that using one weapon with both hands is strange."
"Two-handed swords are far more powerful than short knives or daggers, Konrad."
Karyl could not help but laugh. He turned his head and glanced at the weapon lying quietly on Konrad Curze's desk. "Besides, it's a Power Sword."
"You know about Power Swords?"
"I wasn't doing nothing before I got off the ship, Konrad."
Karyl shook his head and asked lightly, "So, do you like it?"
"Ferrus gave it to me." Konrad Curze looked away, evading the question.
"Do you like it?" Karyl stared at him.
"...I don't like it, but I do like it."
After a long silence, the Night Haunter answered in a hissing voice.
He was a little annoyed, because Karyl had kept staring at him—and besides, it was quite rude not to answer when someone asked a question.
"You don't like the sword, but you like the gift... sigh."
Karyl rubbed his brow with a headache, switching back to hissing Nostraman as well. "Then why didn't you say so when you went to look at it with them?"
"I didn't want to hurt Ferrus's feelings."
The Haunter answered softly. "Fulgrim said he spent ten days just drawing the sketches."
"Then—you may have to spend some time learning how to use a Power Sword."
"Why?"
"Because it is a sword, and since you accepted it, you should use it in the future. A weapon's destiny is to be stained with an enemy's blood,