Holy Sword (2)
In the beginning, there was good and evil.
Evil proposed a bet to good, wagering the world.
Choose the one who you think is the most upright in this world, and if he overcomes all the trials and reaches the right ending, it will be your victory.
In any of the countless parallel worlds, if there is even one ending that can be considered correct, I will admit defeat when faced with it.
Will you accept it?
In response to this proposal, the sage accepted, and a wager was made on the fate of the world.
The sage personally surveyed the world and saw a man who appeared beautiful and upright in his eyes.
The sage chose him as his representative, and all the men in the parallel worlds gained the talents bestowed by the sage.
Talents such as being a mercenary who could stand against a whole nation’s army, a magician so exceptional that they might be born once in a thousand years, an inspector who could completely overturn the course of a battlefield, and a hero who could save the continent.
Various kinds of talents flowed into different men in each parallel world.
However, evil had no intention of conducting a fair game.
They had the intention of obstructing the man’s life with all the means at their disposal.
The sage, who foresaw this, left a farewell to the last man in the world.
That was the “dream.”
Excerpt from an unnamed scripture.
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“The, the Holy Sword?”
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The splendid sword on Secretary’s hand trembled.
Why?
In my dream, the holy sword that I saw and used.
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Why is the holy sword in my hands now?
Subius unconsciously gripped the hilt of the holy sword.
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Then, a tremendous amount of power flowed into him from the holy sword, as if anything was possible, an omnipotent feeling.
It was the same sensation he felt when he annihilated the demon army commander in his dream.
Could it be that I obtained the holy sword in reality?
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The holy sword trembled in his hand.
It felt as if it was happily greeting him.
“It’s the recognition of the holy sword,” Beatrice said in the dream.
The holy sword is not just any sword that anyone can use. It must receive the recognition of the holy sword and be engraved before it can be used.
In the dream, Subius flew to grab the holy sword to avoid the attack of the demon army commander, and immediately received its recognition, completing the engraving, and gaining the power of the holy sword.
“But it seems like it’s already engraved.”
Before being engraved, the holy sword had the appearance of an old sword, but the holy sword Subius was holding now was radiant and clearly looked like a holy sword to anyone who saw it.
“Does the engraving done in the dream continue into reality?”
Because this was the first case of equipment from the dream connecting to reality, Subius couldn’t fully comprehend the current situation.
Now, not only power but equipment as well.
It’s not a bad story.
Not only swordsmanship, divine power, and experience as a mercenary, but also the hero’s holy sword.
If I can use the overwhelming power of the hero, just like I experienced in the first dream, it wouldn’t be a problem to survive. I could even destroy the “organization” single-handedly and still come out alive.
…Well, maybe not to that extent?
Bissus recalled the power of Diablo described in [Eclipse].
Even though it might be tough for him, the other members of the “organization” would be easily subdued.
“The problem is not just bringing in the good things like this…. but also the negative things….”
Bissus thought of the mercenary V who died in the dream.
Another version of himself who died with a hole in his chest. The memory of that death was vividly imprinted in his mind.
If it brings not just abilities or equipment, but also such injuries, poisonings, or other abnormal conditions, it could be extremely dangerous.
Now that he knew it wasn’t just about bringing abilities into reality, he needed to be cautious.
“No, maybe I’ve been too careless until now.”
If he had brought the fatal wound of the mercenary V’s dream into reality… just the thought of it was horrifying.
Of course, with divine power, he wouldn’t just die helplessly.
Should he ask the Saintess for a joint sleeping arrangement? So that if any problems arise in the dream, he can immediately receive treatment.
…Well, maybe not that.
Ung…
The brilliant light of the holy sword gradually weakened.
“…Huh?”
And then, the light completely went out, returning to the appearance of the old sword before being engraved.
What is this?
Wait, so it means it wasn’t me?
As the immense power flowing from the Holy Sword disappeared, an overwhelming sense of loss filled Bissus’ body.
“No….”
“Hmph. It seems you’ve weakened quite a bit as well.”
At that moment, Lucipher’s voice came from the bracelet on Bissus’ wrist.
“Oh, Lucipher. I forgot about you.”
Bissus, who often had many dreams, kept forgetting the fact that the demon Lucipher was sealed on his own arm in reality.
“The Holy Sword. It was a weapon that you, who stood out among the Archangels, favored.”
Was I an Archangel?
So not only Hero Bissus, but also Archangel Bissus used it.
“Well, it seems that the sword you used and the one you have now have different vibrations, but it looks like you’ve found another sword somewhere. Still, to think that the power of the sword has completely run out and you’ve fallen into a dormant state. It’s something I couldn’t even imagine if it was the old you.”
Such good news. hahahahaha.
Lucipher laughed heartily, but Bissus didn’t hear what he said afterwards.
Dormant state, huh?
Indeed, no matter how much it’s called the Holy Sword, it’s strange for its power to endlessly surge. Where should I recharge it? It’s not like a cellphone, really…
Bissus gently stroked the Holy Sword, exerting his divine power with his hand.
Hmm….
Then, the Holy Sword trembled slightly.
However, no matter how much divine power he poured out, the Holy Sword did not change its appearance from before.
“With that level of divine power, it wouldn’t even be worth a penny. Your divine power is nothing compared to even the lowest-ranking angels, Vissus!”
“That’s right.”
Vissus, who had dreamt of becoming an angel, knew that his own divine power was far inferior to that of the angels.
In his dream, he constantly emitted this level of divine power from his body.
“In the end, am I unable to use the Holy Sword in my current state?”
He had hoped for an unbelievable power-up, but in the end, he had become a powerless being who couldn’t even use the Holy Sword.
To obtain a tremendous amount of divine power like the Archangel Vissus, he either needed to be able to recharge it himself or find out how the warrior Vissus had been able to recharge the power of the Holy Sword.
“In the end, it’s back to square one.”
Still, even just knowing that his dream equipment could become a reality was a gain in itself.
“Ahahahaha! You look ridiculous, Vissus!”
Vissus turned his gaze to his bracelet.
If it weren’t for Lucifer, he wouldn’t have been able to figure out why the Holy Sword wasn’t functioning properly.
An unexpected help, one might say.
Of course, it was probably just to tease him.
Certainly,
“My current divine power is insufficient.”
“Ahahahaha… Wait a minute. Vissus, could it be…!”
“But maybe it’s enough to quiet you down.”
“Stop it! Grr!”
Secretary Biss, who had subdued the bracelet with divine power, quietly put the holy sword into the sheath.
“But I guess there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Biss, who had never planned to have such power in the first place, felt disappointed that he couldn’t use it.
It felt like something was given and then taken away.
Because it was the source of power that easily defeated the demon legion commander in his dream, and because he had experienced that power, he felt even more regretful.
…Wait a minute.
Wouldn’t Sophia know?
She worked by Knight Biss’s side!
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“Your Highness!”
Biss spotted Sophia and Artoria waving at him.
“Sophia. Artoria. …Hmm!”
Sophia brought her face close to Biss’s neck and shook his hand.
“hehehe! What are you doing right now?”
Artoria exclaimed in surprise.
“So, Sophia?”
“Biss. Today, I had a dream filled with memories of us.”
“…What?”
“I can smell the Biss that I know.”
“…What?”
Can you tell by the smell?
“No, forget about the smell! Step back for now! The Duke will surely explain!”
Artoria pulled Sophia back.
“Now, Beersus. Can you tell us what you saw in your dream?”
Sophia looked at Beersus with hopeful anticipation.
“First, take a look at this.”
Beersus drew a worn-out holy sword from the scabbard.
“A sword?”
“A holy sword?”
“Ah. This is called a holy sword.”
‘?’
‘?’
Hooks were drawn in the minds of the two women.