Back in his room, William stared at the blade he had recently acquired.
Wrapped in thin white fabric that covered its blade, it was nestled in the corner of the room.
While the mode of payment was a bit strange, he was satisfied that the shop owner didn't create trouble after William got fond of the blade.
There was no doubt that carrying it would gather attention, but if something fulfilled all his requirements, what was the issue in being a little flashy?
As he sat with his back pressed against the wall, staring at the blade, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Does Miss Emma know?" The pink-haired boy sitting across from William asked, his eyes still fixated on the book.
William hummed before asking, "What do you mean?"
The boy smiled faintly and said, "That she has a rival now."
William rolled his eyes. "There is nothing wrong with marveling at such a beautiful piece of art."
