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If Sanex Rim had a magic lamp, she would probably wish for Klin's body to regain the humanity it lost in the south, but she didn't voice this thought.
—Believe it or not, there's a certain bitter irony in this too, the knight chuckled. —Once, I probably deep down believed that my contribution to serving Her Light paled in comparison to the weapon given to me as a gift. However, life forced me to reconsider my priorities, but now, alas, fate does not allow me to do so.
Klin stared thoughtfully down at the leafy ground covering the earth beneath his feet.
—I don't know if you know, but one of the features of my curse is the need to bind my soul to my own weapon. Thus, this sword is an extension of my soul and a refuge for it in the event of my body's death, and therefore, in this case, it is impossible to find a replacement for it. Don't think that I consider this a particularly depressing connection, rather the opposite, this feature has already managed to save both of us. And yet... it cannot be denied that at the moment my fate is tied to the "Devourer".
Strangely, this richly ornamented claymore went well with her current outfit.
—... For me too. That's why I would like to listen to your stories about traveling to the land of dinosaurs and other things someday.