“THERE IT IS!”

He then proceeded to pull a fricking giant sword out of absolutely nowhere.

With visible difficult, as it was almost the double of his size.

“This, my boy, is the sharpest thing I could find among Meryl’s peddlery.”

It was a blade shaped in the classical, medieval style, with the hilt finished in a soft yet firm wood. All over the sword were engraved beautiful runes and drawings of what Max assumed to be The Graces, in all their divine, mystical and holy glory.

A blade worthy of a fearless knight.

“I believe this must be a sword from the Ancient Times, and no common sword at all. It appears to be one used by the legendary Knights of Gracia! How extraordinary!”

“Who were them?”

“They were the highest knights of the Kingdom, choosen by the Graces themselves. Legend holds that divine power was conceded to them, and their role was to keep the land safe from perils. I can only imagine how come Meryl got one of these in their posession, but it’s no surprise. Gramp’s such an old butt.”

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