@tyranicalking

It’s best you don’t interfere. :^)

︱♚︱ ►► ″ If that be the case, bare not insult while I simply test something out.     ″ 

One may have control over the shadows of companion      did not mean that King are aware of actions done behind the back of King’s gaze. 

Thus anyone could imagine the sheer confusion upon Wandering King’s face when King of Heroes were calling upon name with sheer force as if “he’ had once more done something.

︱♚︱ ►►  ″  E-EH?. ″ 

Bedridden, ordered strictly to rest and keep still, least those bandaged injuries were to start bleeding out again and prolong mana restoration. 

Slumbering for the most part, he’d missed the one whom had laid the messy wrapping besides bedside. Head tilted with curiosity of what it could be, the way it were encased were for the holidays it seemed. 

Some moment later, eyelids lifted for crimson to look over towards what were left to him, addressing by name and class. 

Carefully moving arm towards, fingers plucked the wrapping and lifted it towards onto lap, unwrapping and he nearly YELLED at the replica, covering mouth to only cough loudly his excitement. 

How he did not care body were not even half retained, nearly getting up from bed to take the blade with in a test, to honour the one whom had spared the most treacherous thing of gifting the King a piece of Arthur themself and he would have gone off to train with weapon, if not for a certain ‘NURSE’ to stop such advances, there would be an actual loud yell coming from within the ward as he was MADE to stay in bed.