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Excerpt from Chapter 029 of Princes Across Time:

Stan now held a magnificent, long sword in front of him. It had a purple sheath with a small amount of the ancient writing upon it. Its hilt was bright pink, with a yellow gem at the tip. Every soldier in the vicinity stared at this mysterious blade.
“Why… It’s the legendary sword of Mysidia!” Wendy gasped as she saw the weapon. “It’s supposed to be only a sword of mere myth, only able to be unlocked by apostles…”
“And yet here the sun shines against its sheath before you, ready to reveal one of the greatest blades in history. Only extremely worth individuals are able to so much as touch it, and only the Holy Guard commander may wield it. Wendy, my most loyal subject… Will you kneel before me and accept this sword so known across the ages?”
“It would be a great honour, Your Majesty,” Wendy nodded, dropping one knee to the floor.
“Thank you. General Wendy Testaburger, my most trustworthy advisor, I hereby grant you the sword Mysidia, used by the very first Holy Guard commander herself. You and this blade are now officially tied, as it has waited many a century to feel your hands upon its hilt. Please accept it.”
“I humbly do,” Wendy began to get up, taking the sword from Stan’s hands. Drawing it from its sheath slowly, she swung it behind her, as if to boast her strength.
“The blade wishes to know the battlefield once more, General,” Stan continued. “Show the world what a sacred blade can do.”

This painting depicts this very scene. Stan is expecting his general to prove the sword's worth, and expecting her to fight her best.

Description
Excerpt from Chapter 029 of Princes Across Time:

Stan now held a magnificent, long sword in front of him. It had a purple sheath with a small amount of the ancient writing upon it. Its hilt was bright pink, with a yellow gem at the tip. Every soldier in the vicinity stared at this mysterious blade.
“Why… It’s the legendary sword of Mysidia!” Wendy gasped as she saw the weapon. “It’s supposed to be only a sword of mere myth, only able to be unlocked by apostles…”
“And yet here the sun shines against its sheath before you, ready to reveal one of the greatest blades in history. Only extremely worth individuals are able to so much as touch it, and only the Holy Guard commander may wield it. Wendy, my most loyal subject… Will you kneel before me and accept this sword so known across the ages?”
“It would be a great honour, Your Majesty,” Wendy nodded, dropping one knee to the floor.
“Thank you. General Wendy Testaburger, my most trustworthy advisor, I hereby grant you the sword Mysidia, used by the very first Holy Guard commander herself. You and this blade are now officially tied, as it has waited many a century to feel your hands upon its hilt. Please accept it.”
“I humbly do,” Wendy began to get up, taking the sword from Stan’s hands. Drawing it from its sheath slowly, she swung it behind her, as if to boast her strength.
“The blade wishes to know the battlefield once more, General,” Stan continued. “Show the world what a sacred blade can do.”

This painting depicts this very scene. Stan is expecting his general to prove the sword's worth, and expecting her to fight her best.