Whenever Surtr had gotten drunk, he had always said that he regretted not being able to finish the two swords. That had been his last work.

-It looks finished to me…

“No, it’s not.” Davey calmly reached into the safe and squinted at the two swords, which were placed on top of an antique cloth which lined the bottom of the inside of the safe. These guys were probably the ones that warned him to not come any closer a little while ago. In fact, an evil desire of strong rejection flowed out when he touched the sword’s surface, but perhaps because of the long period of time that had passed or because it wasn’t finished, it couldn’t push him away and just became silent. “The finishing touches aren’t done.”

It was exactly as Davey had said. Surtr had imbued will in each of the two swords. ‘A blacksmith who could make a soul enter a sword by creating a sword with a will. If craftsmen who had pride in their skills heard this, it would have put them all to shame.’

Weirdly, the design of the twin swords looked similar to the ring pommel sword that Davey used to use. It was an enormous sword with a relatively unknown design in the Tionis continent,...