115. I am generous
“Do you have any wishes?”
Huhren asked a question with her hard face. You want it, of course. I want to eat your soul as well.
However, since I am a demonic sword that knows moderation, I decided to endure it. The Prophet’s soul must have a different taste, of course, but I have no intention of losing to the greatest power in the continent for a short gourmet meal.
If it was a time when we wished for the destruction of the hero, it would have been a welcome one, but that’s not the case anymore. Cream, reading my thoughts, lightly stroked my handle.
“Good.”
No, I’m setting the mood at best. When Cream, who had received my glare, removed her hand, I felt a bit of regret. Well, flirting with Cream later.
First of all, let’s start with that bastard. Of course, it’s still a pity that I can’t directly possess his soul, but he had enough to soothe my regrets: a chicken instead of a pheasant.
[Well, it’s nothing special. I don’t intend to ask for anything ridiculous from the eminent imperial family.]
“Then?”
[Give me Elseria.]
For now, shall we compromise by putting an end to my nemesis once more?
Elseria and I were the worst from start to finish. Our masters met each other as enemies on the battlefield, and our strengths were at odds with light and darkness.
Unlike Elseria, which is handed down by nobles, I used to choose a slave soldier or a petty thief as my master. Several times, before the owner ripened, his throat ran away from the blade of light.
“Yes?”
[Ka, le, bal…]
However, in the end, I was the final victor. Elseria, which had a blade and a handle intact, was melted down with a handful of molten iron from the blast furnace, and now it is barely holding its shape by sticking together light.
A guy who’s already gone astray and whose only goal is to maintain his ego. I wouldn’t have been interested in it normally, but your careless tongue has brought ruin.
I will never forgive the sin of daring to reveal all of my dark history in front of Cream!
“Just because of that?”
[That’s just it! That guy left an indelible scar on my chest!]
“Cool, I heard.”
Anyway, what about people from another world? These writers are nobles who think it’s really cool to shout out the name of a skill while using it. Everything from an adventurer to a Royal Guard Knight!
I was also swept away by the atmosphere and played around shouting words like Unholy Slave, but now that I’ve matured, it’s just an embarrassing past.
[Are you ashamed of that? Everyone has one of those things. I also have a nickname called Night Slayer.]
Seeing that not only Cream and even the Holy Sword feel no shame, this world is ruined as expected. Well, no matter what other people think, it’s a very important issue to me.
And also, I’m a little concerned about how Elseria was revived.
“For just that reason, my sword…?”
[Huh? No, don’t get me wrong. This is just my personal opinion.]
If I were really just a demonic sword, Firen wouldn’t have been so docile. However, as long as the one protected by the three gods exists by my side, no one can fault my demonic nature.
[You dare to ignore the hero’s orders and covet the hero’s achievements, so you have to pay the price?]
We are one mind. As long as Cream does not put a brake on my actions, and as long as I run amok in the name of Cream, all my actions are justified under the connivance of the warrior.
You just need to have a plausible cause. Of course, it’s nonsense if you look closely, but he can’t dispute our words.
“Still…”
[Unfortunately, our friend has no choice. I’ll give it up, or…]
I looked carefully at the back of Firen’s hand. Killing the imperial family is sure to have a huge aftermath, but who would say anything about cutting off one of your wrists?
It’s enough to put it back together with the divine power of the cream. When Cream, who took over my will, approached, Fieren stepped back with a puzzled face.
“But, I don’t know how to transfer this sword! I also got it from a dungeon somehow…”
[Don’t worry about that. We’ll take care of it.]
If I cut it off by the wrist, will it last?
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Well, that’s what I said, but I really didn’t intend to blow the wrist of a noble bloodline.
Because there are plenty of better ways. Whiren, who had taken the proper posture following my instructions, had an uneasy expression on his face.
“Is this really the best?”
[Keep quiet, because if you do something wrong, you might be taken somewhere else.]
The Moon Bishop first made an ice table high enough to put his arm on. Then, Whiren put his hand on it, and the Bishop of the Moon put the shackles on his wrist again so he wouldn’t struggle.
I can’t make Cream do such trivial things. Arm restrained so that the pattern of light can be seen after taking off the glove. Cream picked me up and stood in front of him.
She lifted me up like she was her executioner. A shadow was cast over Whiren’s face, and soon he closed his eyes as if resigned.
[Die!]
With my mad cries, blood splattered.
Cream’s sword was always sharp and precise. She swung at me without hesitation, and the tip of her black blade pierced where she needed to pierce herself, without an inch of distraction from her.
“Quaaa!”
The atmosphere is bloody, but of course he didn’t kill Whiren. His arm was still anchored to the table of ice, and I pierced the back of his hand.
To be more precise, the center of the pattern of light engraved on the back of his hand.
Pajijik-
Light and darkness are at odds. And recently, there was a vast power gap between me, who had eaten all sorts of health food, and Elseria, who had lost her body and was at best a parasite on a human body.
It inserts a wedge into the center of the circuit of light and sever it, infusing darkness into the severed nerve. Both the weapon and its master screamed at the power that was extremely harmful to both the being of light and living beings.
“·······!”
[Kiyaaa-]
However, Whiren’s scream was buried by El Seria’s scream that came out from the middle of the back of his hand. Her darkness baring her teeth tears her light circuits apart, forcibly scattering what constitutes her.
The pain of being torn apart and existence destroyed. At most, Elseria’s mental wave, which was too much to send only to me, shook the whole area at least at this moment.
The pattern of light engraved on the back of Firen’s hand was dyed black and then disappeared, and the light powder that made up the circuit gathered in the air and formed the shape of a sword arbitrarily.
[Carr, Val. Carr, Leval. Card······!]
[Yes, it was nice to meet you, let’s not see each other again.]
Regardless of the owner’s will, the sword of light that came out on its own swayed unsteadily unlike when it was held in Whiren’s hand. Moreover, the shape also becomes blurry little by little.
It’s simple. A whole soul may be a ghost, but an imperfect soul cannot exist without a focal point. And, all ego weapons are made of imperfect souls.
It would be simple if you think of a broken jar. If there is nothing to block the crack, the water in the pot will just flow out.
[I, I, next…]
And to the soul, spiritual power was both water and a container. Naturally, the soul that had lost all spiritual power could no longer exist in this world.
Yes, just like Elseria now. Although he was supporting himself with the last remaining power of light, it was a meaningless struggle. The shape of the sword is still blurring little by little.
The sword had no face or expression. However, in her final moments I felt that she was looking at me. Soon, nothing was left where the light scattered.
“Queuuu”
[Hero, that person will die!]
I think I should say something touching, but it breaks the atmosphere. Whiren, though not as good as Elseria, was also in poor condition.
The flesh where it came into contact with the ice turned red, and because my darkness had penetrated Firen’s body, black spots were forming all over her hands. The blade that pierced the back of my hand wasn’t a small wound either.
As he lightly pulled me out and retrieved me, half-black blood burst out. Cream, frowning, soon sprinkled light over Whiren’s wounds.
“Is this enough?”
The flesh had healed, but there was no longer a pattern of light on the smooth back of the hand. Huhren put on her gloves again, which she had taken off with her melancholy look.
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Well, it deserves it. Whiren didn’t notice that she didn’t know that Elseria was an ego weapon, but even taking that into account, the usefulness of the weapon she could pull out of her hand at any time made her mouth hurt.
Besides, looking at the form you handle, it seems like you’ve been together for quite a long time. Did warriors say they treat their weapons like lovers? If so, the sense of loss when you lose it will never be small.
[I’ll let you go, because I’m generous.]
Well, it’s not my business.
Anyway, with this, my dark history won’t be excavated in the world again. It’s unfortunate that I couldn’t absorb Elseria’s soul, but I can’t help it because it’s so different from mine.
If you pick up and eat something like that, you’ll get an upset stomach. Well, recently the menu has been very luxurious, and I will taste another one soon, so it’s not too bad… For a moment.
[Where did he go?]
Somehow, I thought the surroundings were too quiet.
Vargo is not visible.