"Is this... a Secret Silver Longsword?"
Staring at his "old friend," which was floating in the air with its form completely transformed, Roland couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes.
The Longsword was now a far cry from the simple and unadorned appearance he remembered, as if a soul that had slept for a thousand years had been awakened within it.
"Now that's what I call magnificent!"
Though he didn't know the details of the contract Roland had made with the ancient being, Duraga, who had witnessed the Longsword's transformation, excitedly nudged Roland's side with his Arm Armor and let out a sharp whistle. Then, he puffed out his chest, his rough voice filled with pride.
"What do you think, Rudolph? My craftsmanship back in the day wasn't half bad, was it?"
He stroked his thick beard, and his eyes, as wide as copper bells, gleamed with the light of reminiscence.
"But to be honest, I really have to thank you for introducing me to that human Mage."
