[Eon's POV: ]
"How were the classes today?"
"Good. It was fun, actually."
Coming back to the council office by myself, I sat down on the desk.
President Zod was sitting in the chair, in the seat that belonged to him until just recently.
"Have you ever attended-."
"Oh no no. That person has never been my cup of tea. He had been interested in my sword ever since I was in the first year. He has asked me about it around nine times till now and I still don't plan to give out this pretty Lady to anyone."
Caressing the scabbard of his sword, the divine weapon that was crafted by someone far beyond the level of a grandmaster, something that while did not possess an Ego, was a weapon that could easily be compared to the relics like them.
"I got it from my master, after all. There's no way I could give it to anyone else." Once again, he remembered the times that he had spent with his master.
