Royal Banquet

Regulus gave Arthur a long, scrutinizing look before leaning back in his chair. "For now, we'll accept that explanation. But that sword needs to be thoroughly examined first."

Arthur inwardly scoffed. Yeah, good luck with that.

"About that… I think you'll have to reconsider," Arthur said, his tone casual but firm.

Iliyana frowned. "What do you mean? Even if the sword has lost its corruption, it's still a dangerous artifact. I can't allow my son to wield something with that kind of history."

"She's right, Arthur," Regulus added, his expression grave. "That weapon is not just some forgotten relic—it's a demonic blade that once wreaked havoc. We can't take any chances."

Arthur let out a small chuckle and raised the sword slightly. "Oh, I'm not reluctant to part with it. Quite the opposite, actually."

Helena arched a brow. "What do you mean?"