The 2 of them were acting affectionate towards one another as usual but they prioritised helping the poor devil in front of them.
Dust had built up on the sword but Jofre gripped the handle and attempted to pull.
But, the dust on the surface scattered up when he grasped it, irritating his nose.
“Ah … ah … achoo!”
At the same time as his sneezed, he shoved the sword into the pedestal.
It happened then.
The wall with characters written on it cracked in two and a small room appeared in the back.
“What's that?”
Jofre released the sword and moved toward the open wall, catching sight of 2 items placed there.