Owned? - Chapter 89：Broken sword

Fascination can be harmful.

That’s what people say.

But I was never the type to listen and loved exploring things I liked.

Caesar’s sword was one of those things.

I had been curious about it ever since the first time I saw it, but now that we were a couple I took the liberty of taking it and trying it out.

Of course I did ask him for permission, I’m not that bad of a person.

Swords were always cool and I felt like a samurai while carrying it. I swung it around throughout the whole mansion.

It had a slick design, thin and long but along with that I saw how it was a bit worn out.

A family heirloom, huh?!

I wonder when did Caesar start using this?

Hmmm?

I wonder how strong the blade is? I mean it must be pretty strong if he’s been using it constantly.

I went to try it on the steel armour at the end of the corridor

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Oh shit…

I looked at the piece of blade that had fallen off from the helm.

Oh fuck!

I began to panic.

WHAT HAVE I DONE!??!

Oh my God! I didn’t think that it would be that weak.

Well, maybe it wasn’t. I did something weird with it.

OH GOD…

“Nora?” I heard Caesar’s voice and I panicked even more. In an instant I picked up the blade and ran away.

I hid in the library in fear.

What now?

Hiding won’t do any good.

“Nora?” I heard Azalea’s voice. I turned around to see her sitting by the window, “What’s wrong?”

“Uhh, Okay? What did you do?”

“I broke Caesar’s sword!” I showed her the piece of broken sword.

“Oh…” She understood why I was so worried.

“You did what?” I heard Arius’s voice and I looked to my side and found his head popping out from the side of the book shelf.

I showed him the sword and he came out in front.

Then started laughing, “You’ve really done it huh!?” He laughed harder, “You should be worried! You broke something so important to him.” He would have continued laughing if it wasn’t for Azalea.

“Arius! Stop it!” She slapped his shoulder.

“What? It’s her fault.” I knew he was getting back at me with this but he decided to put a stop to it because of his love, “Okay fine.” He looked at me, “Just tell him what you did.”

“What?! How can I do that?”

“What else can you do? You can’t hide it forever.”

“He’ll be so mad…”

“He won’t be. I’ll assure you of that.”

“How are you sure?”

“Because I know something you don’t.” He gestured me to get moving, “Go now. He’ll find out anyway. It’s better to tell him yourself.”

I hesitantly walked out and then walked to his room, “Caesar?”

I was hoping he wouldn’t be there but he replied.

“Yea?”

“Um, you do know how to use guns right?” He came to the door where I stood with an awkward smile.

“I do.”

“Oh good because um, “I looked down and hesitantly brought the sword from behind me to the front, “I broke it… I’m so sorry.”

I shut my eyes in fear when he took the sword from me. I know he doesn’t say much but I really need him to say something at this moment.

“I’m so sorry Caesar, I didn’t do this on purpose. I didn’t think it would break. It always seemed so strong when it was in your hands but it broke so easily. I was just testing it out, I mean swords are supposed to be strong right? They’re made of steel after all.”

“It’s fine.” He said and I finally opened my eyes to look at him.

He sighed and walked in.

I followed him and saw him place the swords in a glass case.

“You’re not mad?” I asked him.

“A bit.” I bit my lower lip in tension, “But it’s fine.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He turned to face me, “I said it’s fine.”

“But…” I couldn’t look at him.

“The blade wasn’t the part of the sword Nora.”

“Huh?” I looked at him.

“The helm and a bit of the lower blade was there originally. The rest of the sword was a gift Arius gave me.” He sighed, “He had it preserved and made forged so I could it but I guess it’s time to put it back on the case.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “I’ll have it mended and then encase it. It was an heirloom from the start, it should be there to begin with. I’ve used it enough.”

“It suited you a lot though.”

He smiled, “It’s fine, guns are faster.”

“I’m sorry again.” I felt so guilty.

“I told you that when I have the courage I’ll tell you about myself.” He looked into my eyes.

“Yes?”

“Let’s meet at the roof then.”