"That's why I really hate the Devil..."
The Silver Knight murmured. Like many others, he hated the Devil, but beneath that absolute hatred, he also felt a sense of helplessness.
When you are in dire straits, only the Devil will extend a helping hand to you. It was like this in the past, and it will be in the future as well.
No matter how much you hate them, you will eventually kiss the back of their hands...
The Silver Knight raised his long sword, holding it upright before him. The bright sword body reflected the icy helmet, and beneath the armor, those burning, scorching eyes.
Despite the intensity of the battles fought, the sword remained pristine. Its smooth blade bore no scratches, the edges sharp and neat, without even a notch, as if it were freshly forged from a craftsman's hands.
This was the Silver Knight's most beloved companion sword, one of the few items he carried with him after leaving the King's Secret Sword.
