153 – Stupid Holy Sword
I’ve heard the phrase “responsibility without pleasure” a few times.
As has been said in the past, this often happens when a child born to a child is forcibly entrusted to him, even though he has never had a relationship with anyone.
“… .”
like now.
“not… Can I?”
Nemesis asks me, staring at me with twinkling eyes while cradling the Nemean Lion.
Would it be right to pick up that lion cub?
It is the lion of Nemea. If he grows up well, even if the Demon King’s army officers attack, the fear will disappear. No, the hero’s divine power, Rachel’s divine power. In addition, the divine power of Neiros, who is currently staying illegally, is mixed in my body.
And since the nectar was said to contain some divine power and something similar to it, at least 4 energies related to gods, the nectar that gnawed at Echidna’s rank, and the same bloodline as Cerberus, which had almost finished growing after chasing me.
Nemesis even gave a definite answer that he was not a monster with divine power.
“Yes, grow it.”
“Really!?”
Nemesis smiles brightly and embraces the Nemean Lion.
I’ve been raising pets for a long time, but this time, as Neros became a pet, it didn’t feel like raising a pet, but it became a lover relationship. It was a little too quiet, but not bad.
“Anyway, it’s not a real monster, is it?”
“yes!!”
Nemesis nodded and rubbed his cheek.
With a small smile at the sight that wasn’t worse than I thought, I put my hand into the small hole where the Nemean lion protruded.
“Hero?”
“Wait a minute… .”
I thought about it from the time the Nemean lion came out.
There is a lot of nectar here, but why is the quest not cleared?
[‘I want to sleep with all women’ can’t possibly do that… .
“found.”
[‘I want to sleep with all women’ corrected his words by saying that he was more crazy than he imagined.]
When I pulled out the bottle from my hand, a small bottle of alcohol popped out.
Despite the bottle being large enough to be held in one hand, the heavy smell coming out of the bottle was enough to turn nectar on the floor into wine.
[Quest cleared!]
[You will be given the nectar that swallowed Echidna’s blow as a reward.]
As soon as the quest window popped up, a bottle slightly larger than the bottle of nectar I was holding fell from the sky as if taking a potion from a store.
As soon as he heard it, he lifted the sparkling wine bottle, handed it to Nemesis, and turned around.
“what? warrior. The Holy Sword is down here… .”
“Before that, we need to take care of Minel.”
It was hard to hear because it was buried in Cerberus’ cries, but I could definitely feel the magical power.
It blew out so much mana that you would never feel it with normal use, so it must have at least fainted from exhaustion.
“But won’t something big happen if I find it first?”
“The Minel is more important to me than the holy sword that only causes trouble… Coincidentally, Cerberus also found a way to do it.”
As I said that, I quietly shook the nectar I had found between the pieces of meat earlier.
No matter how much Cerberus eats this, he’ll go crazy.
*****
The sound of footsteps is transmitted through vibration.
It was the footsteps of the warrior who had been waiting for so long.
Footsteps that are neither wide nor narrow are gradually approaching me with the same timing as usual.
But why is my heart burning?
“Are you really okay?”
“Okay… maybe.”
“Isn’t it okay if you add maybe?”
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Just listening to it, I heard a voice that warmed my heart.
But why does it feel like my heart is on fire as I listen to it?
“Ah, we’re almost there.”
The voice of the holy sword was annoyed.
A voice I didn’t want to hear brought news I didn’t want to hear.
＜Dragon… sir.＞
The mouth is dry.
The figure of the warrior approaching me is revealed.
“Is that it?”
Even in the dark cave, I wanted to see the shining figure of the warrior right now and be hugged.
I wanted to stare at those golden eyes.
I wanted to touch that hair that fluttered like fresh flowers.
I wanted to stroke the body that was made like a work of art.
“yes that’s right.”
But it shouldn’t be like that.
Because I thought that the figure of a woman should not be found out by the hero who was already hurt by a woman.
I was satisfied with the hero’s hand, and secretly hugged the hero when he was asleep.
“That’s the original hero’s holy sword.”
So it didn’t work.
I regret it now that I never should have made that choice.
It was good when those four were by the hero’s side. It was because they were the years who betrayed the warrior anyway.
So I stayed still.
It’s a bit selfish, but the possibility of a connection was slim, and even if it did, the hero spent a longer time with me than with those bitches.
If I keep my mouth shut, the hero will save me.
“It’s not too flashy.”
But in the end, my thoughts were just delusions.
This happened as soon as the hero gave up those four without being stubborn.
From the beginning, this was normal. A noble person like the warrior is always accompanied by a noble person, not such a bitch.
So far it has been abnormal. If I realized that, I should have talked to you from the first life in order to stay by the hero’s side even when I became normal later.
Even if the hero was sealed when he was sick, I should have somehow managed to break it down and escape and help him.
The moment my body gets damaged thinking that there will be a next life. I stopped struggling.
probably from then on.
The fact that I misunderstood that the hero was only me.
life after that.
life after that.
The hero caught me, and in the end I tried to connect with another woman, but the result was ruin, and the next life came and caught me again.
I just waited.
Unlike other holy swords, the fact that it was not left unattended after one life, but caught by the same hero several times.
So it was.
therefore… . therefore… .
“Now let’s pull this out and go back quickly. What kind of trouble is this after you come to rest?”
Ultimately, this is the conclusion.
I saw it when I was able to see the thoughts of the warrior.
This life is the last life of the warrior.
This seventh life is the last of the regression.
But that last one. In the life of the most brilliant warrior, I do not exist.
What a big deal it was to have been by the hero’s side all this time.
At that time, I liked the hero, but the hero just treated me as a sword.
That alone was good, but if I had thought a little more, had courage, was stubborn, and lived for the sake of the warrior, not for my own greed.
“Yes, got it. Warrior.”
Was it me who was standing over there, not you?
When he was sealed by the priests.
Even if my body collapsed, if I went by the warrior’s side, would it be of any help to him?
When the hero made up his mind to be killed by the female knight.
Should I have moved and killed her for the sake of the life at that time, not to affirm the hero’s choice according to the hero’s hand, but to make the life after returning better?
When betrayed by a wizard.
Should I have told the hero to make up a little bit?
When betrayed by a maid.
When the hero gave up and was thinking about the next life, shouldn’t I have thought about how to help the hero now instead of how to find him in the next life.
When you live your life as a last thought warrior.
Helping him in his final battle, when he uses me to his death… Would it have been different if I had stopped worrying about my next life instead of worrying about it?
No, it would have been different.
And my story would not have progressed as it is now if I had not been sealed here and acted as a tragic heroine, but had worked hard to fulfill my role as a holy sword silently helping the warrior until the end.
I, who is by the hero’s side… holy sword. It might not have become like Nemesis, but it would have been possible to become his sword.
“Then let’s go back. Everyone will be waiting for you.”
The warrior catches me.
Unknowingly, I open my mouth at the familiar touch.
＜Ah… .＞
“what. That’s what I was able to say after all.”
The eyes of the warrior who said that were too cold.
Even when I saw the demon king, the hero who was consistent with such an expressionless look sent me a cold look.
All of this was my karma.
It is a punishment given to me for not cherishing that moment because there is a life after that.
The things I thought about coming here felt stupid.
I wasn’t in a position to insult them.
I don’t know who cursed whom for being stupid… In the end, I was the most stupid one…