DAWN

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Jack's eyes widened in shock, his gaze locked on the sword in his hand as if it had just revealed the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.

"What...?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

The revelation hung in the air like a palpable energy, sending shivers down Jack's spine. He couldn't fathom the implications of possessing a sword with such a legendary lineage.

"You're a DEMON EMPEROR SWORD?" Jack repeated incredulously, as if trying to grasp the enormity of the truth.

The sword's response was calm but tinged with a sense of humility, as if acknowledging its own formidable legacy.

"Yes, master. That is correct," it replied, its voice carrying the weight of centuries of history.

Jack felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins, the realization of wielding a weapon of such power sending his heart racing.

"That's... incredible," he breathed, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.

As he processed the revelation, Jack's thoughts were consumed by visions of epic battles and ancient legends, each one revolving around the enigmatic figure of the first Demon King.

Jack's eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and awe as he listened to the sword's confession. It was as if he had stumbled upon a secret buried deep within the fabric of time itself.

"What...?" Jack uttered, his voice filled with wonderment, as if he had just unlocked a hidden chamber in the labyrinth of his own mind.

The sword's hesitant response only deepened the mystery, leaving Jack to ponder the enigma shrouding its past.

"To think that I'm holding the sword of the first Demon King... It's like something out of a myth," Jack mused, his voice filled with wonder.

The sword remained silent, its presence radiating a quiet strength that seemed to resonate with Jack's own inner resolve.

"Tell me, About your owner before me?" Jack inquired eagerly.

'I believe it was the first Demon King,' the sword responded, its voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

"The first Demon King? That's amazing! How strong was he?" Jack asked, his curiosity piqued.

'I'm not entirely sure, master. It seems that many of my memories have been sealed along with my powers,' the sword admitted, a note of sadness creeping into its tone.

The sense of guilt emanating from the sword tugged at Jack's heartstrings, prompting him to offer words of comfort.

"It's okay," Jack said softly, his voice laced with empathy. "We'll face whatever challenges come our way, and we'll do it together."

Jack reassured the sword with a comforting smile. "Don't worry about that. We'll figure it out together. Besides, you're with me now, and that's all that matters."

Despite the sword's melancholy, Jack's words seemed to lift its spirits, a faint sense of gratitude emanating from the weapon.

"You mentioned not having a name. How about I give you one?" Jack suggested.

The sword's interest was piqued. 'I would be honored, master.'

After a moment of contemplation, Jack decided on a name that resonated with him.

"Dawn," Jack declared, the word rolling off his tongue with a sense of finality. "From now on, that shall be your name."

The sword responded with genuine delight. 'Dawn... I like it. Thank you, master.'

As the bond between them solidified, Jack felt a surge of pride at having bestowed upon his companion a name that resonated with strength and resilience.

{SYSTEM: HOST HAS GIVEN A NAME TO THE BOND.}

{SYSTEM: REGISTERING THE BOND NAME AS DAWN....}

[NAME: DAWN (?????)

CLASS: ?????

OCCUPATION: BOND( DAMON'S SWORD)

TITLE: DEMON EMPROR SWORD.

LEVEL:(01)

SOUL COUNT: (00)

{NOTE: SOUL COUNT IS THE ESSENCE OF A WEAPON'S TRUE POWER. THE MORE THE SOUL COUNT WILL BE THE STRONGER THE WEAPON WILL BECOME.}

{NOTE: WEAPON CAN BE STORED INSIDE HOST HEART, HOST CAN CALL THE WEAPON WHEN EVER HE WANTS, EVEN IF THE WEAPON IS VERY FAR AWAY THEN HOST. HE CAN CALL THE WEAPON TO HIM, THE DISTANCE DOESN'T MATTER.}]

The confirmation from the system only served to reaffirm Jack's decision, filling him with a sense of accomplishment.

"Wait, so does that mean I can hide the weapon in my heart? And how am I going to do that?" Jack's voice echoed with both wonder and intrigue.

"Master, you just have to order me to hide, and I will enter your heart willingly. When you call upon me, no matter where I am, I will emerge before you," Dawn responded, her tone imbued with unwavering loyalty.

Jack's eyes widened in astonishment. "Oh, is that so? But wait a minute, how did you know what I was thinking? Did you see this red interface in front of you?" He queried, a perplexed expression clouding his features.

"No, Master, I cannot perceive what you see, but I can sense the currents of your thoughts," Dawn explained, her voice serene yet authoritative. "Your innermost desires and fears are laid bare before me, allowing me to anticipate your needs."

As Jack absorbed Dawn's explanation, a sense of relief washed over him. "I don't want you rummaging through my thoughts without my consent," he stated firmly, his gaze fixed on the crimson blade.

"If it pleases you, Master, I shall respect your privacy and refrain from delving into your mind unbidden," Dawn vowed, her words echoing with a solemn promise.

With a sigh of relief, Jack nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Dawn," he murmured, his gratitude palpable.

Turning his attention to their surroundings, Jack felt a shiver run down his spine at the oppressive atmosphere of the treasury. "This place gives me chills," he admitted, a faint grimace flickering across his features.

Dawn's explanation only served to heighten Jack's unease, prompting him to hasten their departure. "Let's leave this place behind us," he declared, his voice laced with determination. "There's nothing for us here but darkness and decay."

With a silent command, Jack beckoned Dawn into his heart, feeling a surge of power as their bond strengthened. Together, they emerged from the gloomy confines of the treasury, greeted by the sight of Evelyn awaiting them outside the door.

"Say, Evelyn, do you have any plans right now? I could use some company on my next excursion," His voice carried a hint of playful mischief as he regarded Evelyn with a smug expression, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Evelyn's response was measured, her narrowed eyes betraying a hint of suspicion. "Well, master, now that you mention it, I recall that Madam Aurora had previously called for you," she stated evenly, her tone tinged with a sense of caution.

Jack's realization dawned upon him like a sudden revelation. "Oh, how did I forget our small bet?" he mused inwardly, shaking his head in mild amusement. "Tsk, tsk, such a shame. Well, no worries."

"Thank you, Evelyn, for telling me that. I shall go and meet Aurora right now," Jack declared with a sense of purpose, his gratitude evident in his tone.

"It's my pleasure helping you, master," Evelyn replied with a respectful bow before gracefully departing from the scene.

As Jack watched Evelyn leave, a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Well, then, now is the time to meet with my lovely Froze. Don't worry, I am going to make our little date into an unforgettable memory," he thought to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"But before that, I have to arrange some things for our date. After all, 'a man should be ready for everything,'" Jack mused, his thoughts drifting to the preparations ahead. With a confident stride, he set off towards his room, a sense of anticipation bubbling within him.

Observing Jack's departure, the guard stationed near the gate narrowed his eyes in bemusement. "Does the young master always act like that?" he pondered to himself, shaking his head in amusement. "Understanding these royal ones' minds is close to impossible." With a wry smile, he returned his focus to his duties, content to watch over the castle grounds.