Kapitel 153: Weapons' honors

"I'm back," Mathew whispered as soon as the shadowy realm around him collapsed.

The trips to the merchant's subspace took a strange kind of toll on the young man's mind. It wasn't tiring like strategizing or solving exercises. It wasn't exhausting like hard labor either.

Yet, the act of passing between the real world and the merchant's subspace continued to wear Mathew's mind away.

"Are those...?" Leila asked, stretching her hand out and pointing at the set of different weapons almost falling out of Mathew's hands.

"Yeah," Mathew nodded his head before carefully removing the first of the sabers. "Here," he said, passing it over to the girl.

"Thanks," Leila nodded her head, accepting the weapon with proper honors.