In Charles's right hand, the black sword glowed with a soft golden light pulsing from its hilt, as if it were alive.
He still held Nora in his left arm, keeping her steady while processing what had just happened.
The feminine voice echoing in his head had thrown him off.
Not only was it a talking sword, but it could read his thoughts.
That was new, even for someone used to the system's quirks.
Nora, still in his arms, watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern.
She hadn't said anything since he pulled the sword from the ground, but her silence was starting to feel heavy.
Charles, meanwhile, tried to stay calm as the voice in his head spoke again, this time more insistent.
"Hey, human!" the voice said, high-pitched and clearly annoyed. "Don't ignore me! I know you're listening. Tell me who you are, or I'll make you regret it!"
Charles frowned, staring at the sword in his hand.
