"The hell are you talking about dude?, save your nation!, I don't even know who the fuck you are!." Miura shouts as the reality of his situation begins to sink in.
"Maybe it was a mistake telling him this right now." Heloica says, a worried look crossing his face.
"No, it's not!, we need him ready to bond with the sword as soon as possible!." Esdolte says, looking directly at Miura with a calm smile.
"What's wrong with these people?." Miura mutters, his voice filled with unease.
"Fear not Miura, I know my words strike worry in your heart, but once you bind with the sword, it will all make sense." Crest says, maintaining a composed smile.
"Are you mental!!, bond?, sword?, what the hell are you rambling on about!." Miura snaps angrily.
"I just want to go home." Miura mutters quietly.
Veldoria catches the words.
"Forget about going home, ever!!, you're dead, you belong to u—." Veldoria begins to say, but Crest raises his voice.
"Enough!!, Miura all will be answered shortly."
Then he calls out loudly.
"Anyachi!."
A female knight quickly enters the chamber.
"Bring it out." Crest commands.
Anyachi kneels and removes a cloth-covered sword that had been mounted across her back.
"Yes sir!." She responds immediately.
"Bring the sword over to Miura here." Crest says, pointing toward him.
"Your questions will be pierced into your heart young Miura." Crest says calmly.
Anyachi slowly begins walking toward Miura, the blade gradually sliding out of its sheath.
The sound of metal scraping against the scabbard echoes through the hall.
"No stop!!, don't come any closer!." Miura shouts, fear clearly visible on his face as the guard continues approaching him.