Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 133 - 132 - “Lady... I trusted you.”

Raven stood before the door of his room, his crimson eyes fixated on the black sword in his hand.

It hummed faintly—familiar, warm, pulsing like a heartbeat in tune with his own.

"...Let’s do it right this time," Raven whispered.

The sword practically grinned in his palm.

"Ay, say no more, boss. You just stand there lookin’ pretty—I got this. First impressions? I’m a freakin’ legend at ’em. Trust me. I once almost sweet-talked myself into running away from the void."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Right..."

He reached for the door handle, muttering inwardly, ’Why do I feel like this is going to go exactly as wrong as I think it will?’

He turned the knob.

Click.

The door swung open.

Standing just outside was Clara, her brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, and golden eyes filled with... concern.

Deep, genuine concern.

"You’ve been talking to yourself for like... ten minutes," she said cautiously. "I thought you were summoning a demon. Or... arguing with one. Or both. Are you okay?"

Raven smiled, trying his best to look sane. It wasn’t working.

He held up the sword a little awkwardly.

"Clara, meet, uh... my sword."

There was a pause.

’I forgot to name it,’ Raven realized mid-sentence, his smile twitching.

Naming was an essential thing for grand swords like this one, but Raven forgot to do it.

How Raven-like it was.

However, ignoring it for now, he turned toward the sword.

"...Uh, Sword, meet Clara."

Clara stared.

Then she looked around.

Then, without a word, she pushed him into the room before she followed.

Click.

She shut the door without looking back, her eyes locked on Raven.

"...Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Possessed?"

"I don’t think so."

"Are you sure—"

A sharp cough echoed behind her.

Clara whirled around like a startled cat, her whip-like sword that was coiled around her waist now in her hand.

Behind her... was Raven’s sword.

Stabbed into the wooden floor like it had grown there, looking perfectly at home—sleek, menacing, and completely out of place.

She blinked.

Then she shook her head. "Okay. I’m definitely hearing things now."

But just as she turned back toward Raven, the sword behind her spoke.

"Sup, Clara. Sword here. You can call me Sword—’cause SOMEONE," it shot an audible side-eye at Raven, "forgot to give me a damn name. Tragic, really."

Clara froze mid-turn. The whip-sword in her hand trembled.

"...It talks."

"Oh, I do more than talk, sweetpea. I got charisma, baby. Aura. Swagger. And lemme tell you—I ain’t just any weapon. I’m sword among swords, a slayer of anything you name—"

Its voice was abruptly cut off by the sound of—Clang!

Clara’s sword struck it in a blur of silver.

Unfortunately, much less sending it flying away, it bounced.

Cleanly.

Like it had struck the floor.

Clara blinked. Her whip-sword trembled in her grip.

"...It’s strong."

"I know, right?" The sword chirped smugly. "High-quality goods right here. Hey, Raven—buddy—you wanna tell your hot-and-lethal girlfriend that I come in peace before she decides to stab me into a volcano?"

Raven snickered, arms crossed as he leaned on the doorframe.

"Weren’t you the one gassing her up five minutes ago? What happened to ’taste, class, queen-level perception’ and all that?"

The sword huffed.

"She pulled a blade on me, man! There’s a code!"

"Sure, sure," Raven waved his hand nonchalantly.

Clara, however, was now looking around like a confused cat.

"Raven, what’s going on?"

Raven raised his hands, sighing. "Right. Right. Explanation time."

He wanted to take this longer, but for Clara’s sake, he decided to end it.

’You’re lucky that I’m a softie for my girls,’ he informed the sword mentally before he turned to Clara.

"So—this sword? He’s sentient. Old. Mysterious. Powerful. Arrogant as hell. Fate brought us together and I bonded with him. Now he lives in my arm."

"Like a parasite," Sword added helpfully.

"Like a parasite with commitment issues," Raven muttered back.

Clara’s gaze slowly shifted from Raven to the talking sword. Then she looked at his arm which lacked the tattoo as the sword was out in the open. Then back to the sword.

"...So what you’re saying is," she said carefully, "your sword lives in your arm, has the personality of a drunk uncle from a sketchy tavern, and talks too much."

Raven nodded. "Yup."

"AND you forgot to name it."

"...Yeah."

Clara blinked slowly.

Then she sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I need tea."

"Respectfully disagree," Sword chimed in. "What you need is a teacher who could teach your man to name his weapons like a responsible adult."

Raven’s eye twitched. "You wanna go back in the arm?"

"Hey, hey—no need for threats. I’m just sayin’—a name adds flavor. Depth. I mean, look at her sword! That thing’s got mystery. Swagger. Mine? I’m just ’Sword.’ Tragic."

Clara raised a brow. "Well, if you want a name so badly... why don’t you tell us your real one?"

The sword fell silent.

"...I don’t remember."

Clara blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah. All I remember is floatin’ in the void, yellin’ insults at it, tryin’ to run away from there, and then waking up in this guy’s palm. It’s been a ride."

Raven sighed. "Fine. We’ll name you. Something proper."

Clara hummed thoughtfully. "How about... ’Bladeface’?"

Sword: "I’d rather be melted in lava."

Raven: "Voidchewer?"

Sword: "Okay, that one’s kinda hard."

Clara: "Swordy McSwordface?"

Sword: "Lady... I trusted you."

Raven grinned. "How about... Omnisect? Like the one that cuts everything?"

There was a beat as Clara turned to Raven, her expression betraying her surprise.

"How did you come up with that name, Raven?" She squinted her eyes, well aware that Raven, with his tragic naming sense, couldn’t come up with that. "You saw it somewhere didn’t you?"

The sword pulsed gently as if it liked the name, but what did it say?

"Yeah," it hummed. "There’s no way you came up with this name. It actually sounds kinda cool."

"Does it matter?" Raven, however, shrugged. "If you like the name, then that’s all we need. Isn’t it good?"

That question was for Clara, and she smirked in response. "It is. It suits his dramatic flair."

"Omnisect it is, then," Raven said, resting the blade on his shoulder. "Now, Omni, behave. We’ve got a lot of work ahead. There’s a mysterious young leader of a guild sneaking around our academy."

Omnisect gave a low hum. "Then let’s start slicing the mystery."

Clara sighed again, this time with a tired smile. "I swear... you attract the weirdest things."

Raven wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. "And yet, you’re still here."

Omnisect: "She deserves an award, honestly."

Clara: "I know, right?"

Raven: "Shut up, both of you."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Knock!

"Raven, it’s me."

Selena’s voice came clear through the wooden door—gentle, melodic, and impossible to mistake.

Before either of them could respond, the handle turned.

"I’m coming in."

The door opened, and in stepped Selena, dressed casually but with the quiet grace that always made her look like she belonged in a royal painting.

Her silver hair was loosely tied, and the moment her blue eyes landed on the scene—Raven with his arm still casually wrapped around Clara’s waist—her brow arched with the slow precision of a queen about to issue judgment.

"Well, well," she drawled, arms crossing, a faint smile playing on her lips. "And why, may I ask, is Clara hoarding all of Raven’s affection today?"

Clara giggled, still comfortably tucked in Raven’s side. "I’m not hoarding anything. I was just here first."

Selena gave a soft, amused hum as she walked over, her eyes flicking between the two with playful scrutiny. Then, leaning up on her toes, she gently pressed a kiss to Raven’s lips.

Raven, being Raven, smirked against it. "I was wondering when you’d drop in."

Selena smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "I come bearing news. Fresh and potentially very... interesting."

Raven’s brow rose at that, already shifting into his semi-serious ’plot-is-happening’ mode.

But before anyone could ask what she meant, a loud, utterly uncensored voice interrupted—

"Daaamn, another dime-piece?! Bro, what are you, some kinda heartbreakin’ legend drippin’ in charm and tragedy? How the hell you keep pullin’ these goddess-tier ladies? I’m a damn war-forged blade meant to drop armies, and even I’m out here blushin’, man!"

Clara snorted immediately, a hand flying to her mouth as she turned away, shoulders shaking in laughter.

Raven, meanwhile, stared up at the ceiling with the jaded patience of a man who had long accepted the chaos in his life. "...Why are you like this?"

Selena, however, couldn’t hear Omni, so she blinked. "...Okay, I know that face. What happened?"

She looked between them, and when Clara failed to hold in another giggle, Selena frowned lightly. "You’re hiding something."

Clara and Raven exchanged a glance.

Then, at the same time, they both pointed toward the sleek black blade that was still stabbed casually into the floor like a proud, smug centerpiece.

"Meet Omnisect," they said in perfect sync.

Clara added, with a cheeky grin, "Raven’s new sword."

Selena blinked once.

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