Xin: Uhmm... Shuro, can I ask you something?

Shuro: Sure, ask whatever you want.

Xin: And soo, I suspect that you're something different from this world... not like you are strange, well, a little bit—

Shuro: Oh sure, I'm just a medieval guy of the age of 16 but I died long in the past and now I'm a spirit, back then I was a prince, well a secondary one, the one who is in the famous broken portrait and the same creator of your famous sword "gold heart", and by the way its real name is Glorious blood red roses.

Xin: Oh... now I understand why you don't know anything... Okay... I won't tell anyone!

Shuro: You can tell everyone, I don't care, just if they won't talk to me.

Xin: Oh, but... If you created the sword... Why are you like... Don't you care about your sword? It's in the museum right now, your sword, your creation...

Shuro: I don't care, I know that it's safe.

That's it, all the truth now was in Xin's mind too.