Lyla went to see Zich the very next day after he arrived back at the estate. He was glad to see her, especially since he had been wandering around looking to kill time while waiting for Glen to take the next course of action.

“It’s been a while. Have you been doing well?” Zich asked.

“Yes.” Lyla’s expression seemed off somehow as she answered.

“Did you make any progress?”

“Um, you could call it progress…” Lyla’s voice trailed off. 

It was unlike her to be so hesitant. Her expression showed that she seemed to be wondering if she could say the progress she had made was good or not.

‘Something must have happened.’ Zich thought that rather than nothing happening, even a bad event was better. Thus, he dug a bit deeper.

“What happened?” he asked.

“It’d be better for you to see it in person rather than me explaining it.” Lyla pushed Windur toward Zich, and he gripped Windur’s handle. The sensation he felt from his treasured sword after a while felt good. Although he firmly told Lyla that he never became dependent on his weapons, he did feel a sense of emptiness...