"How?"
Asher approached the sword. He looked at the hilt long enough to be wielded by two hands and marvelled at the design.
"They say the sword was forged with the blood of a mythical beast, named EL. It's a sword that has lasted for hundreds of years and the spirit of the beast attacks those that try to draw it out of the sheath. I lured a hundred knights, enticing them with ownership of this sacred-ranked sword. Some diamonds and even a sacred knight came. The sacred knight died, the diamond knights also perished and after 20 gold-ranked knights died, the others refused to try."
Alex and Nero were shocked.
"Your Lordship, we shouldn't be in this room."
Alex took a step forward but Asher dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand.
"He said if I try to draw the sword, the spirit of the mythical beast will kill me but I don't plan on drawing it."
Claude was taken aback by Asher's words.