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... him, carefully picked her words.
“I told you not to call it that. You seriously sound like a lunatic.”
She was dead serious. It wasn’t even a sentient sword—why the hell did he keep talking to it?
Enkrid didn’t offer a rebuttal. He simply spoke to it because it deserved to be spoken to.
The sword’s name was Samcheol—a masterwork forged with black iron at its core, its edge honed with dusk-gold and true silver.
If only it held Will, it could pass for an en ...
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