"Can I really give it a name, my lord?" Galanar asked hesitantly while gently running his fingers through the surface of the blade.
Alaric nodded with a faint smile on his face. "Of course! The sword is yours from now on so you should be the one to name it."
Galanar rubbed his chin and said after a moment of thought. "In that case, I shall name it 'Despair'."
Alaric raised an eyebrow. He thought that Galanar would give it an imposing name, but the name he gave was quite ordinary. "Is there any meaning behind this name, Sir Galanar?"
Galanar scratched his head and replied with a hint of embarrassment. "My reason is simple, my lord. I want my enemies to know that when I use this broadsword, only despair awaits them."
"I see. You may leave and familiarize yourself with your new sword." Alaric chuckled. It might sound simple, but it displayed Galanar's domineering spirit and confidence in his strength.
