A sword made of dragon scales.
Even Countess Gretelle hadn't known, so there had been nothing for her to tell him. But if that was truly the case, then hadn't she just handed him something worth more than nine hundred gold coins for free?
If price had been the reason her master bargained for it, then it made sense.
Still, wasn't that master of hers a bit too eccentric, haggling over countless artifacts with the Witch of the Lake?
As they slowly walked toward the carriage, Faust leaned in close, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Well? Satisfied?"
"I was hoping to learn who forged it. That would've pointed me to the previous wielder. Still, knowing it's made of dragon scales is a lead on its own."
"Why not just ask Countess Gretelle?"
"I did. She said it belonged to a legendary knight, but she doesn't know the name."
Truthfully, Lancel already had his suspicions. All he needed was confirmation.
