"It's probably been hard to adjust to your rapidly growing physical strength and amount of mana. This sword will help you adjust everything."
It was a beautiful sword.
Almost too picturesque, like an ornate royal sword.
The grip was jet black, with beautiful swirls of blood-red wrapping around the handle, its size perfect for Lith's hands as he held the sword with a single hand. The blade was around fifty centimetres, but its magical colour, the shade matched Valena's eyes and scales perfectly, the edge so sharp it sparkled.
"I made this sword from something special that only exists in one place."
"D-Dad... this is too much..."
"Hahaha, don't worry, Lith. You and your siblings deserve the entire world. I exist to form the bridge to help you take it."
"W-What made that sword?!" Valena blushed, her eyes darting between Asmodeus and the blade as she bit down and dragged her lower lip.
Lith's enthusiastic dragon's eyes also peeked at him, curious and eager to know.
