"Well, I heard that there's a law requiring permission to possess a sword.
I can somewhat understand why such a law exists.
The country I’m in, Korea, isn’t a place where people need to carry swords for self-defense because the public order isn’t that bad.
But—
Understanding something and accepting it are clearly two different things."

"...Are you seriously saying you're going to confiscate it?"

My sword...
No, my father's sword. Are you really going to confiscate it?
To me, that was no different from saying, “Let’s end this,” or perhaps, “Please, kill me.”

Edel, with an indifferent expression, tapped the desk.

"Calm down, it's not like that for now."
"For now? So, there's a possibility it could happen?"
"Well, I guess that’s true."

She ran her fingers over the choker around her neck.
There was more to Crimson Aegis than just the memories I had with my father.
But Crimson Aegis was a sword that held far more meaning than mere memories to me.
If they wanted to take it...

"..."