Another Life, Another Me

90. The Sword

"...You're mine," he said as his eyes gleamed a deep, bloody red.

But the reddish glow of his eyes didn't scare me at all since neither of his pupils held an ounce of malice at all.

Rather, his eyes were red, filled with passion and desire so hot that it nearly burned me.

My throat was a little dry and so I took a small gulp of air and desperately held my gaze directly against his, refusing to let him dominate me.

"You...belong to me as well...okay?" I said as I reached my hand out to him and lightly brushed my hand through his silvery-blue hair.

He went quiet for a moment as he simply closed his red, glowing eyes and relished the feeling of my fingers running through his hair and traveling down to his cheek.

"From the start...I've always belonged to you, Cordelia."

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I leaped, swinging my sword, and slicing the air continually without stopping as if I were dancing.

For some reason, it was always easier for me to calm down whenever I had my sword in hand.

The feeling of the beautiful blade as it glimmered under the light of the sun and glided through the air was so peaceful that it almost felt as if though the blade had become a part of my soul somehow.

Months ago, when I had returned from the Dragons' Labyrinths, I was able to see the sword for the first time in all of its glory.

Of course, I already knew what the sword's appearance would be somewhat before coming to the surface since I had already examined the blade in detail using fire as a light source.

But everything changed the moment the sword first had contact with sunlight.

When I had returned to the castle, I was surprised to see that the entire sword from the hilt to the tip of the blade had turned into a stunning shade of gold.

I immediately had the sword appraised by a professional to see exactly what the sword was made of but the master swordsmith simply shook his head and was just as stumped as I was.

At first, I thought the sword was made out of gold but, unfortunately, it wouldn't make sense.

Gold was much too soft and impractical of a metal to use in a sword.

And the dragon's sword I had received was durable and sharp enough to crush through the skull of an eighteen-foot-tall ogre or even through the tough shell of a hundred-meter long centipede with a single thrust.

Besides...the blade was much too light to be something heavy like gold.

"It's a strange sword, Lady Cyllia. I've never seen anything like it before," the master swordsmith sighed as he returned the sword to me.

"I see..."

"I'm not sure what kind of sword it is either...it has a guard that is similar to a rapier's but...I've never seen one designed as intricately as this one before. And besides...the blade is a bit too wide for it to be considered a rapier...it's more like a longsword with a very sharp tip. But...the blade is so thin that it can't possibly be a longsword either...besides...the handle has a very strange grip..." he rambled as he assessed the sword in my hands.

"...Thank you for your help. But this has been enough for today..."

I recalled how I was forced to return home without a single clue what this sword really was.