As soon as Lovis removed his hand, the Sacred Sword trembled.
The Sword slipped out of its scabbard by itself and rose smoothly into the air, hanging next to its owner.
There was a distinct intent coming from the Sword.
Discontent. Alertness. And the requirement to explain.
Idan looked with interest at the Sword hovering in front of him.
Lovis took his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You've convinced me, now try to convince him," he said.
Idan smiled slightly.
"Of course."
He turned to the Sacred Sword and spoke calmly:
"We won't hurt you. All we need to do is analyze you, study your structure, the flow of energy, and the connection between the blade and the will contained within it. It can help to restore Lina's sword."
The Sacred Sword vibrated briefly.
A low, incredulous hum echoed through the air.
"The analysis will be completely safe," Arabel added. - "We will not separate or destroy anything."
The humming of the Sword stopped for a moment.
