Two days later, a burst of wild laughter jolted Werther awake.
At the sound of that wild laughter, Werther calculated the time and knew his Sword Sheath should be finished.
He leaped down from the roof where he had slept for two days, looking a little haggard.
He had spent those two days exposed to the elements. He could not stray far because of Intent Blood, and if Dellinger had not brought him food, he would have had to live on rations.
Werther had considered taking Intent Blood with him for the time being, but Robert's answer had left him speechless: Robert needed to check its dimensions constantly.
Werther stepped into the dim workshop. Strange smells washed over him, and he frowned.
How did Robert put up with this environment, let alone live here for so long? If it were Werther, he would not stay a second longer than necessary.
"I did it! I forged a perfect Sword Sheath!"
Robert held a Sword Sheath high, still laughing wildly.
When he saw Werther approach, Robert handed him the Sword Sheath.
"What do you think of this Sword Sheath? It's the piece I'm proudest of. Made from so many rare materials, it's worth no less than some Famous Swords."
Werther took the Sword Sheath. Though made of metal, it was not especially heavy, and it felt excellent in his hand.
The Sword Sheath was black, with red patterns decorating its surface.
Strips of hide were wrapped around the upper section of the Sword Sheath. Don't be fooled by the black hide; it wasn't ordinary hide, but leftover Dragon Hide from when Werther made his Dragon Hide Coat, cut into thin strips and now wrapped neatly around the Sword Hilt.
When Werther used a draw slash, he could hold that section. It would