The Way Of The Sword Mga Nobela at Kwento

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

The dagger hung loose in her grip, as if she'd forgotten she was holding it. "She isn’t allowed in here; her soul can’t seem to be allowed to cross into the maze. She was a servant in her past life, and it was punishable by death if a servant did so. I’m guessing her soul is scared that she’ll die if she steps across the threshold. But we need to get to the centre if she does take the risk, I hope what we need is still there…” “My old training bow and sword,” Thomas stated. “The ones I used to practice with while you watched on it made me feel so strong and powerful.”