Bab 93: Following

"No…"

Limon shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips as he turned to Teresa and took the sword sheathed in its coarse wrappings. He presented it to Didra, adding, "I am a warrior."

Warrior?

Didra's hands trembled slightly as she received the sword, her eyes wide with anticipation. With a swift motion, she stripped away the rough cloth, revealing the gleaming silver blade within. Her breath hitched, and her expression transformed from one of awe to one of utter astonishment.

"This… it's a magnificent sword, truly a work of art."

Didra was transfixed, her gaze locked onto the weapon as if it were the most precious thing she had ever beheld. She traced the edge of the blade with her fingertips, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

The sight of Didra so enraptured made Limon feel a mix of embarrassment and pride. Was it really that extraordinary, just a sword?