The sword was still in my hand. I made it dangle and showed it off. I have learnt that anyone who tries to hold it aside from me would face the consequences. I know what I was doing. The female rogue glared at me intensely. Just then my eyes turned to Elder Blake. He wasn't feeling okay to me.

In fact, his face was no other than a ghost. White, pale.

The rogue packed themselves to one side and I approached Elder Blake asking him if he was feeling well.

"Don't worry my dear. I am fine. You are doing so well. You are your father's daughter." He said and...