Chapter 86: I Treat You Like a Brother, and You’re Guarding Against Me?
“What nonsense,” Abigail rolled her eyes at Leon, but still reached out to take the straight sword he handed her.
When Abigail’s fingers closed around the hilt, Leon couldn’t help but glance sideways at her. Under the flickering firelight and the glow of the moon, she looked, for a moment, like a Valkyrie from the north—radiant and commanding.
“It’s a gift for you, but try not to wave it around recklessly. At the very least, don’t take it out in town unless necessary.”
Leon, his voice calm again, poked at the campfire while reminding her to be careful.
“I’m not a kid. Of course I know how to behave.” Abigail made a face at him, then held the sword across her palms. “By the way, this isn’t some family heirloom of yours, is it?”
“How could a family heirloom look so new? I got it from Clint when I visited him last time.” Leon waved his hand. “So you don’t need to thank me. If anyone deserves thanks, it’s Clint—he’s the one who forged it.”
“Clint, huh… I don’t talk to him much.” Abigail tilted her head, thinking for a moment before muttering awkwardly.
“Forget it. I’ll tell him next time I see him.” Leon didn’t expect Abigail to track Clint down herself. Knowing Clint’s homebody ways, he’d probably bolt if Abigail showed up.
“Thanks, Leon.” Abigail grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “I knew you were the most reliable—my best friend.”