Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

68  Chapter 68: Sword

Laughing amusedly, "You know, Roberto, I enjoy talking to intelligent people. You have my word. I will take care of you and your family. I, Anthony Von Valeriano, do not break my promises," I say with a smile.

Roberto looked into my eyes with a deep blue like the sky, scrutinizing me carefully, searching for any lie in my words. He extended his hand and shook mine, our handshake sealing the mutually beneficial deal, though of course, I came out ahead.

"I never thought I'd have the honor of meeting the son of the dragon duke. It's a total surprise for me to meet you in this low-class place," Roberto said with a mocking smile.

Shrugging, "I also had no idea I would find a great sword in this place, but I believe in destiny, so there's always a chance for anything."

"So when we move, I don't want my family to stay in this place anymore," Roberto said, pursing his lips.

I had planned to send them to my father's house, but that could mean they'd be attacked on the way, requiring me to accompany them. But that would take a lot of time, and time is what I have least of right now. The other option is to take them with me to the inn, but for that, I need money... I have 98 gold coins minus the 60 for the sword, leaving me with 38 remaining, and I haven't even bought Elsa's sword and armor yet. I can't take Elsa into the forest without the necessary equipment, so...

"What I have in mind is that you follow me to where I am staying. It is very safe since it is next to the guild, so you will be safer there. The only problem I see is that you will have to pay for the inn, but the The biggest problem is that you have to move this entire workshop," I say looking at Elsa, who was cleaning with Nicol and Ema. They will definitely get along...

"Don't worry, I'll take care of paying for the room and taking my workshop with me," he said with incredible disdain.

Stunned for a moment, I was surprised at how calm he was about the move. I suppose he has his plans. Pointing to Elsa, I say, "I want a light armor for her and a sword too."

Roberto directed his gaze at Elsa, staring at her from head to toe. Elsa felt a deep gaze on her body and turned her head. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"A bit slow, but alright, I suppose," I think internally about Elsa's reaction.

After a few seconds, Roberto said, "Bring the girl here first."

I nod, "Angela, come here for a moment." Elsa approached, initially confused by the old man's gaze.

"Don't worry, I was just looking at you to choose what type of armor might suit you," I warn her to let her guard down.

Elsa nods in understanding, "Look at all the weapons you want, as long as it's a sword that stands out in this place. As for the armor, we'll see later."

Elsa's eyes sparkled with excitement, acting like a child as she walked towards the weapons, carefully examining each one.

Looking at the old man, "What do you think?" I ask.

"After seeing her build and physique, definitely her armor should be very light," he replies, stroking his chin. Roberto was about 1.65 meters tall, with a beard and a muscular build. On the other hand, Nicol was 1.70 meters tall, a difference of 5 meters in height.

Roberto continued to think as he kept looking at Elsa. I decide not to interrupt his thoughts and simply remain silent. As he waited, he looked at the sword that was still in its sheath. The sheath of the sword was an elegant and simple dark red color. Grabbing it, I could feel great strength in it; I could even feel its weight. It's incredibly heavy; I have to exert a lot of force to lift it. My blood is excited for some reason, running through my body at an abnormal speed.

Putting the sword in front of my eyes, I place the hilt in front of my eyes. Grabbing the hilt, I slowly pull it out of its sheath. Looking at it, I am petrified: it's super beautiful! My god, what a beautiful sword. Taking it completely out of the sheath, I have some difficulty holding it with one hand. Seriously, it's very heavy, although it looks very thin, it weighs a lot.

For some reason, I feel the need to cut my finger a bit. Placing my index finger on the sharp part, I cut my finger a bit. A drop of blood comes out so bright, of a dark red color. The blood falls directly onto the sword. At the moment of contact with it, the blood simply spreads. I feel the sword start to glow faintly, it even trembles a little. After a few seconds, it stops trembling, but somehow, I feel a kind of connection with it.

That was strange but very comforting at the same time. Suddenly, I remember that in some novels this could mean that the sword is linked to your soul, so to speak; it accepts you as its master, so only I can use it...

"Hahahaha!", I cover my face and laugh like a complete madman.

"What's wrong with you, lad?" Roberto said with a little concern.

"Don't mind him, he's like that sometimes. He's a bit crazy, as you can see," Elsa casually commented, looking at a specific sword.

Roberto, somewhat stunned, began to regret making a deal with this boy. His family's fate was in his hands; his expression became extremely somber in an instant, even his eyes lost their brightness.

"If I am correct, then this sword is now only mine. Only I can use it and no one else. This is good; now I won't be afraid of it being taken from me. Once the sword is bound to its owner, in the hands of others, it's totally useless. It's as if it were a normal sword. The only way to take the sword away from me is to kill me, but right now, I am someone important; I am the eldest son of the strongest duke." At this moment, I am very happy to be his son. It's a perfect shield against the rats of the empire, but of course, to do that, I need to show them that I am a completely useful person," I think to myself. Looking at the sword in my hands, a thought passes through my mind: the sword disappears completely in the blink of an eye. With another thought, the sword reappears. It's definitely not a normal sword at all. Only high-level swords can create a bond with their owner and with just one thought, it disappears and reappears in your hand. It appears instantly, not even a second passes, it's very fast. This can be a surprise attack or a hidden ace up the sleeve, I think to myself. With another thought, the sword disappears again."

Roberto, who was supposed to be beside me, was with Elsa, explaining some things about a particular sword. Curiously, I approach them.

"What's going on?" I ask with interest.

They both looked at me at the same time with a judgmental gaze.

"What's wrong?" I ask again, confused.

"It seems you've come out of your fantasies," Elsa said disdainfully. Roberto added, "Kid, are you alright in the head?"

In a state of shock, I look at them both at the same time. I can't understand them.

"Yes, as you can see, I'm back," I say with an awkward smile.

Elsa points to a sword. Redirecting my gaze to the sword, I see a small sword about 70 centimeters long. It was a combination of a sword and a katana. The hilt was like that of a katana, with a ribbon at the end. The bottom part was of a medium sky blue color; it was a beautiful and pleasant-looking sword.

"Do you like it?" I ask curiously.

Elsa only nods her head, her eyes shining brightly. Looking at the old man, he understands my question.

"I can sell you the sword with a light armor for her for 30 gold coins for both," the old man says seriously.

My expression becomes somber. Seriously, here goes all my money. In just moments, almost everything disappeared. I'm left with only 8 gold coins. I'm poor right now, and there are still 4 months left in this place.

With resentment in my eyes, I hand Roberto the 30 gold coins. In my hands, I'm left with only 8 gold coins. Taking a deep breath, I convince myself that it's just a long-term investment.

Elsa takes the sword in her hand and begins to perform basic movements, checking that the hilt fits perfectly in her hand.

"How is it?" I ask with interest.

Elsa puckers her lips with joy in her voice, "It fits perfectly, I don't feel any discomfort."

"Good, good, that's good, because you'll have to work hard from now on to survive in this city if we want to keep living as we are," I tell Elsa.

Looking around, I can't find Roberto. Turning my head, I find him with his wife and daughter, showing them the 90 gold coins with a big smile. Nicol is crying tears of joy; Ema, seeing her mother cry, also starts to cry.

With a small smile, "Seriously, don't do this."

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