A Daughter's Tears
"That's good, you need to do this properly and once you say the magic spell, I want you two to be brave little knights and protect mom. Can you do that for your big sis?"
"Yes!" The two little girls smiled as they answered.
"As expected of my adorable little sisters!" Clara hugged the two girls tightly and then she took the sword on her waist and handed it to Kary.
The moment the sword left her hand, Clara's expression softened.
The weapon was old.
Far older than Kary realized.
Scratches covered the worn scabbard.
The leather grip had faded from years of use.
It was not some legendary weapon.
It wasn't enchanted.
It wasn't famous.
Yet to Clara, it was more valuable than any treasure in the world.
"Kary, this is father's sword which he used to protect this family, it then became my sword which I used to protect this family and rose through the ranks as an adventurer. Now it's your sword, it's your turn to be the protector of this family."
Kary froze.
