Chapter 137: May All You See Be Peace, May All You Wish Be Just

Dante Keem craned his neck and said, "It's gone. The sword's already gone! It turned to ash when I was bashing that bastard just now!" Alistair Yare looked devastated. "Gone? That was the only thing my mother left me! Senior, how could you let it vanish?" Dante Keem wore a rascal's grin. "It was a busted wooden sword. Gone is gone. What are you going to do-take a bite out of your grandpa?" Stefan Zimmerman cut in. "Senior, that was the only keepsake Fatty had from his mother. Maybe it was trash...