"I really want to tell Master," Sword Maiden thought, her voice a whisper in her mind. That weak sword maiden from years ago, who could only be protected, that little mute, can now stand on her own...
For centuries, she had never relaxed for a moment.
She traveled across all of the Twenty-One Provinces, searching through almost every imaginable secret realm and dangerous land, trying to find a way to wake him up.
But in the end, she was left with nothing but boundless disappointment and loneliness.
She would never see that man again, the one who would take her hand, look at her with a gentle face, touch her head, and say in a soft voice, "Sword Maiden, you are not worthless."
In front of him, there was not that famous Sword Fairy known throughout the land, only a little girl sitting on a swing, falling asleep with a content smile while listening to his stories.
A gentle breeze came by, lifting the hems of their garments.
