Ozul had seen people carry their swords attached to either their back or their waist.
He used a bit of Purity to create a belt on his waist to hold the katana.
Meanwhile, everyone looked at him strangely. Since when did he become a swordsman?
But Ozul innately understood the subtle art of not giving a f*ck. He turned around to leave the inventory room followed by others.
As they stepped outside, they were met with the cold gaze of a man in silver armor. He was the 'Sir Hamel' they were introduced to just twenty minutes ago in the throne room.
"Follow me," Sir Hamel spoke coldly before turning around, and leading them back inside the palace.
As everyone followed him quietly, Kumaou came beside Ozul and spoke lowly, "I knew you were hiding something. It turns out, you were a swordsman..."