After defeating the red bear and retrieving the ore, we went back to David. Dragging back the red bear’s corpse all the way made the trip a difficult one.
“Well, I never. Who would’ve thought you’d be able to defeat that thing,” David said.
I furrowed my brows.
“Did you know that monster was there?” I asked.
If he knew, then he had basically sent me and his disciple to die. But why? I promised to swing my sword for him, so if he wanted me to defeat that thing, he could’ve just said so from the start.
There was no reason to ask me to escort his disciple.
“Well, I thought there might be a monster, so I asked you to escort him. At least with you around, I figured he’d come back alive,” David said.
So everything went just as he’d hoped for.
I suppose asking me to guard his disciple was more likely for me to accept than asking me to go kill some monster he wasn’t didn’t really know that well.
“From the looks of things, it seems you’ve run into some problems indeed, but because of that my disciple’s also grown,” David said.
David’s disciple went to his workshop as soon as we came back, only giving a passing greeting to David.
“His eyes have changed. Thank you,” David said.
“There’s no need,” I said.
It was a promise after all.
I didn’t bother pursuing the issue of his request either.
Seven days later, a messenger came to me with a letter and a great sword.
On that sword’s hilt was engraved the name: zweihander, the black-flame speckled great sword.
The sword was black and forged for strength. Its straight shape embodied its unbending will.
Only one sentence was written along with the sword. It read: Please use this when you lose your weapon.
I did lose my weapon during the battle with the red bear, didn’t I?
“Kurt Bild Dash… That’s the name of David’s disciple.”
My heart became lighter at the thought of a new budding talent.
