105. Scheheherazade
[Ka, Leval.]
Night. Cream and Choco had already fallen asleep, and Whiren and the Bishop of the Moon, who had somehow built a place to sleep for the night, were also sleeping after setting traps to prepare for an attack.
The Holy Sword and Muffin were also asleep, and as usual, I was spending time alone without sleep. That’s right, if I hadn’t heard a faint mental wave a moment ago.
[Carl, feet…!]
Even though I didn’t say anything back, my voice gradually became clearer. Ghost! My other world jjambab was too long to make a fuss while saying that.
Ghosts in another world are just one kind of monsters that are a bit difficult to fight. Above all, if I, who deals with spirits and has already stored countless ghosts in my body, is afraid of ghosts, there is no comedy like that.
Above all, the decisive fact was that the owner of this mental wave was not a ghost.
[Carbal!]
[Uh-huh, wake up the others.]
Of course, since it was a mental wave that only targeted me, unless the opponent was particularly sensitive to the mental wave, there was no way the opponent could break it no matter how loud they were.
However, the other party was not in his right mind, so he agreed to my seemingly logical words.
[You are Karbal, right?[
[Yeah, I didn’t expect to see you again.]
I gave my gaze to Whiren. More precisely, the back of his hand. Heading towards the seal of light, which ordinary people cannot see because it is invisible, but feels so clear to me, a being of darkness.
[It’s been a while, Elseria.]
The sword of light that Whiren held and swung during the day. I didn’t show it off, but I was quite surprised to see it. Someone who knows me too. No, because it was an ego weapon.
[You, you. You made me like this, shamelessly…!]
And, befitting the name Lightsaber, it was a bad relationship with me. Well, even though I had a bad relationship with the demonic swords! That guy was special in many ways even in the middle of that bad relationship.
It’s not a divine power, but it was refined with the power of light, which is close to the highest level with me, so it almost killed me as a sword once. It was a memory that is hard to forget even now.
[No, that’s what I want to say. I smashed it like that, shouldn’t I die out of etiquette?]
[Eukgeuk. That, that’s…]
Of course, I was the one who won in the end. I cut Elseria into pieces, and in fact, I forgot about it right away because I wasn’t alone in my life as a demonic sword and this was not the only thing that bothered me like this.
Still, the reason why I recalled my memories was that there were only a few opponents who drove me to the brink of death after becoming a demonic sword. Usually those who killed my master wanted to use a demonic sword that gave the owner immense power.
Stupidly.
[That, no. For sure······.]
[Speak clearly.]
I looked at Elseria who was talking gibberish with pitiful eyes. Well, it’s me who made a lightsaber into a lightsaber, though.
The spirit of the ego weapon dies when it can no longer maintain its own ego. And breaking the body of the Ego Weapon has a profound impact on its mind as well.
Well, I’m so amazing that even if the blade flew off and only the handle remained, I kept my spirits intact. Usually, when my body was split in two, the ego weapon couldn’t maintain its ego and was smashed together.
[You! You are!]
Even if the ego weapon is repaired afterwards, the broken ego will not come back. The soul dwelling in the weapon is to perish as it is. By the way, how is that guy all right?
With some personal feelings, I moved the owner’s body and completely smashed Elseria, and also put the weapon that made up the body into the furnace and melted it with molten iron.
[How, how did you do such a terrible thing to me!]
[Ah, noisy. Do other people wake up?]
[Stop talking nonsense! Do you think I’m immature enough to send the mental waves I’m sending to you elsewhere?]
However, Elseria not only maintained her existence, albeit faintly, but she was stimulated by meeting me.
Now, the ‘body’ that Elseria supports my soul is all of the light patterns drawn on the back of Firen’s hand. In fact, even though it was an ambiguous form of a weapon, she maintained her own self quite clearly.
[How does that happen? It’s about to disintegrate.]
Well, actually, I said this, but I’m not really curious. Where in the world are there only one or two articles that make no sense? His strength seems to be less than half of his prime, but he has little interest in losers.
[Hey, don’t you think you’re trying to mess me up again…!]
[Hey, hey. Don’t talk like that My master is misunderstanding.]
[What? I’m sending mental waves only to you, how the hell can you hear our conversation…?]
Elseria’s point was valid, but there are people in the world who are terribly sensitive to mental waves. Like cream or something.
[You, what?]
[Hey!]
Elseria flinched at the sight of Cream, who was still lying on top of the chocolate, sending out sharp mental waves with only one eye open.
[All, what are you? Are you human?]
[There’s nothing I can’t say to my master.]
[No, now that I think about it, it’s strange that the owner of that demonic sword isn’t being controlled! What is your true identity?]
Instead of answering, Cream shot a sharp force toward Elseria. It was so secretive and threatening that even the quite strong Whiren and the Bishop of the Moon could not notice it.
Elseria shrank without making a sound as it was, and Choco, who opened her eyes for a moment, soon realized that it was Cream’s momentum, and fell asleep again in a drowsy state.
[Please save me.]
Elseria trembled and sent an unstable mental wave. It wasn’t hard to figure out that she was insane in that she was sending those mind waves to me, not to Cream.
Certainly, I don’t know how she maintains her existence, but El Seria’s ego is fragile. No matter how creamy the opponent is, at least to the point of trembling at such a simple threat.
Wouldn’t Elseria from the past wail when she saw herself weakened like that? Still, from the point of view of being her rival, it is to cut off that last breath even now…
[Hey.]
[Yes, yes?]
[Karval, Irang, Knowing, Between?]
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Wait, Cream?
[Yes, of course!]
[Carval, in the old days, how was it?]
Hey?
Cream gently pressed me with his hand as I protested. I shut my mouth involuntarily, and Elseria carefully opened her mouth.
[So, what was it like when you first encountered Karbal on the battlefield…]
No, f*ck. This is not it!
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[It’s dirty…]
[What nonsense again?]
Early morning. After a day’s rest, the warrior party started again. In the meantime, the holy sword looked at me with strange eyes as I muttered gloomily.
[Children don’t have to know.]
[Because I’m older than you?]
[Yes, yes. You must be. Grandma.]
[Profit!]
Still, playing with the holy sword is a bit healing. As I recalled yesterday’s terrible nightmare, I lamented my inability to shed tears.
That, I was a bit like that when I fought Elseria. What is it. He perfectly adapted to life as a demonic sword, and realized the power to control the soul… Maybe that’s why it can be a bit exhilarating.
But damn. Why does this guy with no ego remember all the lines I wrote?! I couldn’t stop my ears because it was a sword, and I shuddered as I remembered the night I had to face the dark past.
“·······Hmm? It seems that the power of the lightsaber has become stronger than usual.”
While running, Whiren muttered as if he sensed something strange, but I desperately pretended not to know. Fortunately, the only person who was exposed to my dark history was, fortunately, Cream.
The rest of them were asleep, and even if they were awake, they wouldn’t have heard it because the exchange of mental waves only went in both directions between me and Elseria. Except for a certain warrior who is extremely sensitive to mental waves.
“I’m surprised you’ve come the right way.”
Meanwhile, the Bishop of the Moon was surprised in another part, because Cream, which ran recklessly without looking at the map, was really getting closer to Argos.
Even Argos was more difficult to chase because he was wandering around, but Cream was the kind of person who would just run in a straight line without making any effort to pursue.
Nevertheless, the traces revealed little by little around us became a signpost that we were getting closer to Argos.
“I think this is also one of the blessings bestowed on the hero. I really envy the love he receives from the three gods.”
Firen said that, but I couldn’t agree with him as I looked into Cream’s status window with the privilege of possession. Of course, it’s true that all sorts of trivial favors are always hanging on Cream.
From the blessing of cleanliness (C+), which she always benefits from, to the blessing of flower fragrance (E), and the blessing of shared vision (F-), to useless things. However, none of them were related to pathfinding.
[What about you? Shouldn’t we be doing something like exposing the past?]
“Mall, la.”
Even though I was ashamed of my past, I questioned Cream, but she just kept talking about her. Ugh, Cream can read my thoughts, but it can’t do the reverse, so I’m dying of frustration.
I can read Cream’s thoughts when our feelings for each other are heightened and the bond between our souls is extremely strengthened. In fact, rather than reading this, it was more like Cream’s emotions flowing into me.
Isn’t a one-sided relationship too unfair? When I grumbled inwardly, Cream gave a rare, small laugh.
“I, listen, girl, like it.”
[Huh?]
“You, talking, girl, okay, don’t you?”
Something seems plausible. As I was groaning without being able to object, Choco suddenly stopped. Next, Cream and the rest stopped one after another.
“What is it?”
“Anyway, I think I found it?”
Choco lightly rhymed instead of cream without words. The guy pointed her finger over the distant forest.
The dim-eyed bishop tilted his head, as if he couldn’t see properly, but Whiren, who opened his eyes wide, immediately burst into exclamations. Beyond the dense trees, I saw the shape of a sloppy house sticking out.
Considering the height of the trees in this place, the house protruding through the trees was by no means small. Rather, it is an overwhelming size that can be called a giant’s house.
Above all.
[Feel it?]
The stinging smell felt from the top monsters who reign as predators in the food chain. It was unclear whether he was trying to erase the traces, but he could definitely feel it.
Of course, my senses could be wrong, but it’s clear when you see that the cream and chocolate have stopped. Argos is here.