Rasmus looked at the Black swords lying on his bed, noticing that the swords had grown extremely sharper and sturdier than the first time he had made them. It had been a year since then, and the deaths those swords had caused were more than a thousand. Both swords had become his since Aris didn't need them anymore and because she had Aristoria's sword in her possession.
"Those swords can be a national treasure," Lenin said with her arms crossed, standing in the doorway.
Rasmus glanced at Lenin, noticing the white hair that slowly overwhelmed the black ones. Ever since she stepped down from the Great Sage position, she no longer needed to dye her hair black.
"You're leaving, Count?" Lenin asked as she walked into the room, approaching Rasmus.
