"The Master Craftsman Duke, who could right any wrong and made the ultimate weapons and armor used to fight against the monsters!
The Lord Healer Princess, who could mend any wound with her magic and any soul with her beauty!
The Godly Magic Swordsman King, who could cut any evil with his blade and burn any... I can't say evil again... monsters? No... that seems kinda bland...
The Most Greatest and Godly Magic Swordsman King, who could cut and burn any evil with his blade and spells! Nailed it!"
"Tok... I think you might have set the bar a little high for yourself. Maybe earn your right to hold a sword before calling yourself a Sword God or whatever. The eight-year-old magic sword god indeed! Also, did you say Farah is beautiful? I wonder what she'll think of that."
"Ah! I'll deny it!"
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Author's notes: After wrapping up my last story, I wasn't sure what I wanted to write. I decided on another LitRPG story, but with far less focus on my idea of an "artistic short story" that is trying to force an idea down your throat, and more on simply being a pleasure to read and write.
I've read many amazing stories since I joined Royal Road, and hope that I pass that joy along. I'm looking forward to any feedback that might improve me, so feel free to be brutal.
