"Allardland is something else to warrant a personal appearance from me! But don't think too highly of yourselves, for it's not significant enough to boast about," Decanus declared with a cold laugh.
Upon seeing that the man had arrived, Nate took a deep breath. His hands abruptly clenched, upon which rays of white light began swirling around him.
The ground slowly cracked open. From beneath it, a seven-foot longsword came into view before him. He then unclenched his hands and grabbed hold of it.
"Justice Sword?" Ezequiel promptly exclaimed following that sight.
Justice Sword of Allardland was an heirloom that had been passed down through generations since the establishment of the country.
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