Besides the guard, the grip of the hilt had clearly been given great care as well. It was wrapped in an unknown kind of black leather, adorned with exquisite patterns. At a glance, it appeared understated yet grand.
"Nalant, try it and see how it feels!"
Master Muer carried the longsword over to Nalant and handed it to him.
"Alright!" Nalant had already been drawn to the sword just by its appearance alone. The two dragons carved upon it were especially lifelike, as though wrought by the gods themselves.
Just as Nalant had learned before, in this world, an outstanding blacksmith was often not merely a blacksmith. He might also be a master jeweler and craftsman.
To them, aside from a sword's most fundamental practicality, its exquisite appearance was something worth pursuing as well.
Only when the two were combined could one be revered as a master.
Nalant held the scabbard in his left hand and gripped the hilt with his right.
"Mm, this feels soft, yet it doesn't slip!" The instant Nalant gripped the handle, he immediately sensed the difference.
Unable to help himself, he asked Master Muer, "Master Muer, what kind of leather is on this hilt? It feels very unusual in the hand!"
"Haha, I didn't expect you, a mage, to know so much about longswords. The leather on this grip comes from a seventh-tier Magic Beast, the Swamp Blood Crocodile."
"The Swamp Blood Crocodile's hide is soft and breathable, and it does not absorb any moisture—not sweat, not blood. Most importantly, it possesses a faint adhesive force, which can very effectively prevent the sword from slipping from one's hand!" Master Muer explained with a smile.
"Leather from a seventh-tier Magic Beast!" Nalant could not help but secretly marvel. Though it was only such a small piece