Damian POV
Anne carried the sword carefully, not wanting to cut herself. By looking at her expression, one could tell she had not carried a sword before.
Glancing at John, I gave him a nod of approval. He had finally been able to make a sword. Now, we needed to make it perfect before thinking of producing it in large quantities.
Anne swung the sword around and when it almost cut her, I hit the sword from her hand and it fell to the floor. Her eyes widened in shock while her hands shook. I took her hands into mine, pulling her to my side.
“I think that is enough risk for one day,” I murmured, picking the sword and giving it to John. He took it back to the table without a voice of complaint. Indeed he was quite good at his job and was a man of few words.
“So what's next?”
“I will have the next sword carefully made to your desires. Only after you have approved of it will I be satisfied
