Dimon opened his eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep.

The old knight sat beside the bunk with a complicated expression and watched Dimon say nothing, as if waiting for Dimon to speak first.

"You know what I'm trying to ask," Daemon asked in a dry voice in the tent.

"Boy, the origin of this sword is a bit complicated, I tell you now that you will not believe it, in short, it is not an evil thing," the old knight said slowly.

"But I watched as Kastan's face under his armor slowly dried up and turned into a skeleton, and I watched as the blood in his body was sucked dry by this thing," Damon said as he ran off the bed and kicked Crimson out of the tent door, repeating the monster, the monster.

The old knight reluctantly got up and picked up the crimson and walked in front of the emotional Damon and said: "You are not wrong, it is indeed a magic sword, it means killing from the moment it is created, but there are no weapons in the world that are not built for killing." This is a world full of blood. ”

"There is no good or evil weapon, but there is a difference between good and evil, and if your sword is aimed at civilians and unarmed and weak, then the sword is evil. If your sword is meant to protect the weak and protect your homeland, then it is the sword of justice," the old knight's tone became more and more impassioned.

Daemon still just looked at the old knight with a blank look, repeating "For the righteous, for the weak...", and did not take the black sword in his hand. The old knight had no choice but to put his sword on the table and reluctantly turned around and walked out. "Boy, I want you to be a strong-willed man and a true knight who fights to protect others. When the old knight had finished speaking, he lowered the door and left Daemon alone in the tent.

In the middle of the night, the old knight lay alone on the grass, muttering to himself with a stick of grass in his mouth. "Rowling, I don't know if it's the right thing to do with this kid. But after my death, if this sword falls into the hands of the wicked, then there will be another bloody storm in this world, and I thought about burying it in an unknown place, but it is your only token, and it is like you are still by my side. I saw in Damon's eyes the same age as he was, and the kind, upright, passionate, sparkling eyes made me decide to give it to this kid, so that he could take it with him to make up for the mistakes of my youth. I hope my eyes haven't spent."

"Of course not" Damon walked out from behind a tree, the old knight was not surprised, perhaps he already knew that Damon was beside him.

Daemon lay down beside the old knight and picked up a stick of grass in his mouth. "From now on I will take this sword to fight for my brother, for my lover, for the weak, for justice, and my sword will never break my oath. Dimon turned his head and swore solemnly to the old knight.

The old knight looked at him with a relieved smile on his face, the child finally figured it out, just like himself back then.

"Boy, I've packed up all my things, and the armor is estimated to be repaired tomorrow, when the two of us go to sign up first and then camp on the side of the martial arts field, you are now a big celebrity, or your sword is famous. Hang your rose crest and wait for someone to ring your shield, now that everyone in Limburg wants to get your magic sword, I advise you not to wear it crimson when you play, I don't want to redeem it for tens of thousands of crowns. The old knight laughed.

Under the moonlight, the old man and the young man lay on the grass with their own concerns, quietly looking at the night sky full of stars.