My Sword Never Unsheathes

Betrayal! The mercenary turned his sword to his employer for the sake of the magic crystal. Will looked at them coldly, his right hand falling on the hilt of his sword. It's coming - everyone's eyes are fixed on that silver sword: it is said to be a divine weapon, and it is said that it has never been unsheathed. But the next moment, he raised his left hand. "Human body-holding technique." "Weakening ray." "A curse." "Scorching ray." The spar spun in circles between his fingers, like a chip that had just been settled. Will pushed the silver sword back into place. "My sword is never unsheathed."