189. We are actually siblings
And at that moment, unfortunately, the temporary space expired. The veil of darkness that surrounds us collapses, and the sunlight of reality embraces us again.
[Chit.]
The veil that covered the eyes of the gods has worn off. In this situation, it would be an unwise choice to continue talking about the previous topic.
I stared at the muffin for a moment, then looked away. Yeah, it sounds like you want it to remain a muffin for the time being, so let’s tune in.
I don’t trust anyone. Even if I didn’t know my identity and past, I wouldn’t have trusted the god of the stars.
I tried to shut my mouth with a disapproving look… But I opened my mouth again at the sight of the reality I could see.
[Is the story over?]
[What, are you still here?]
My eyes saw the holy sword with its scabbard peeled off and lying on the floor, with the white blade exposed.
The holy sword sent out inexplicable emotions through mental waves. It felt like a bitter smile to me.
[I’m in a position where I can’t do anything if I don’t have someone to hold on to, so where can I go?]
That much is the same as me. The muffin that had been floating in the air returned to Choco’s arms on its own, and Cream also hung me back from its waist.
However, there was no one to hold the holy sword anymore. After the exquisitely balanced twin arms on the opposite side disappeared, it was quite empty.
[Of course, even if I have legs, the only place I will stay is by the warrior’s side.]
No, it’s a bit too much to just walk away while we’re still talking. Cream, reading my thoughts, hesitated.
“Carbal, why?”
[Huh? What is why?]
How do I understand you when you talk with your head and tail cut off? Cream quietly looked down at me. It feels like the starlight in my eyes has somehow disappeared.
Come to think of it, is it because Cream’s pupils contain so many starlights because of the help of the ‘stars’? No, this is not the time to think like this.
“Aries, are you nervous?”
I don’t know what pushed Cream’s switch, but I shouldn’t be naive and say what comes to her mind here that she has the same expression as usual.
······No, but now that I think about it, she reads my thoughts. Why are you doing this? My preference, if I had to ask, would be people rather than swords.
“Identity, sword?”
[Ah.]
That is only limited to ‘me’, and my aesthetic sense and criteria for judgment are still the same. Now, even if I eat something delicious, I don’t get pleasure from it.
It’s just that the concept of ‘deliciousness’ is no longer important, but it’s enough to judge that delicious food like mint chocolate is delicious.
“Enough, confused, there seems to be, it seems…?”
[What!]
Since there is no mint chocolate in another world, my taste is right anyway. However, instead of joking and seeming to relax, Cream returned to its original expression and warmed me up.
“So?”
[Huh?]
“Do you care?”
You have to choose your answer carefully here. Of course, the sword doesn’t listen to Cream’s sense of detecting lies through the opponent’s heartbeat, but he’s just looking into his head, so what’s he hiding?
[It bothers me.]
Cream’s eyes went sulky when I admitted it honestly. I quickly added an explanation before she could see her divine power rising from her hand.
[No, that’s right. If I had to argue, Aries and I are brothers. Don’t you know that the most important thing is blood ties?]
“······· Huh?”
[What?!]
But why are you surprised? No, aside from Cream, Aries, why are you surprised?
[I’m a brother to such an unholy and terrible being like you? What the hell is that Do you know about me in my human days?]
[Do you f*cking put a second on there even if I help?]
The guy who has to follow the hero even if he begs for it is at a loss because of that. As I stabbed her in the vitals, Aries flinched and shut her mouth.
However, as if the impact of what I said was so great, Aries looked around for a moment before opening her mouth again.
[So, what do you mean you and I are related by blood?]
[I said it last time, don’t you remember? It was made by the same people as you and me.]
Of course I said that the holy sword was forged directly from the hands of the elder lich, and that the holy sword was – according to legend – directly from the fingertips of the three gods, but they couldn’t have really held the hammer.
Of course, there was no choice but to have a blacksmith who would have shaped and immersed the sword. And I remember what the blacksmith said while remodeling me in Solium’s arms.
‘Huh, that’s interesting. Following the new hero, I thought I would make the old one with my own hands.’
‘What do you mean by making a hero?’
‘Didn’t I make a holy sword? So it’s as if I made a hero.’
Because it was such an absurd conversation, I remembered that thing clearly even in the pain that heated me up. Well, judging from the conversation and time, I was created later than the holy sword, so it’s only natural.
But I told you the other day! When I explained in a fit of rage, the Holy Sword only became more puzzled.
[It was the gods who made me….]
[No, I’m sure the gods didn’t hold the hammer themselves. Do you really not remember anything?]
[Yes. I don’t remember the moment I was created.]
What. It’s because I’m a metal that had a soul from the beginning, so it would have been possible if I took the shape of the sword first and then infused the soul into it at the end. However.
[This is a funny guy. Then how else do you know that God made you?]
[Uh·······La?]
Looking at his tone, it seemed like he had personally experienced it rather than heard it from someone else. At my point, the Holy Sword was confused as if it had finally realized its own contradiction.
But how did the story get this far? Cream, who had been listening to our friendly conversation, brought the subject back to normal.
“So?”
[Huh?]
“Aries, why do you care?”
Thinking about it, I think it was okay even if I didn’t go back to the original topic. I protested before Cream’s eyes grew more frightening.
[No, I told you. Don’t you know how important blood ties are?]
“By the way, Karbal isn’t that kind of personality.”
Damn it. You know me too well. I wouldn’t know if it was the old days, but now, after hundreds of years, I couldn’t dwell on my family.
Even if my little brother falls into another world, I wouldn’t mind. It’s even more strange to care so much about the holy sword, which isn’t even a real family and only has the same maker.
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Well, what should I answer here? Do you like the feeling of hitting when playing? No matter how you think about it, this is an answer that only makes the situation worse. Then······.
[All for you.]
“······· Huh?”
Cream made a puzzled expression when I suddenly lowered my voice seriously.
This thought should not be read by Cream. I put up with the thoughts that kept creeping up into the surface psychology and still kept the mood and said.
[What was the role of the holy sword in the first place?]
“A torch?”
[Poohup. No, that’s not the case, because it never breaks, so you can fully contain your power!]
Oh, it almost exploded. What I chose was to appeal to the usefulness of the holy sword.
Of course, holy swords are trash with no abilities other than being unbreakable, but in fact, being “Unbreakable” Is a great advantage to ordinary warriors and adventurers.
Your weapon will not rust even if you do not take care of it, and it will not become dull no matter how much you cut it. Of course, these details were not attractive to the warrior at all, so I had to wrap this advantage well.
“Carvaldo, now, holy power, immunity, right?”
[That’s true, but it’s not efficient, and above all, when you meet a really dangerous enemy, you have to use your white darkness, right? I’m not at the level of enduring that yet.]
“It’s okay. Even without the holy sword, if you want to use it, you can use it.”
That’s right. Even in the dungeon of the Dark Church, where divine power cannot be used, Cream showed the dignity of shooting white darkness.
In exchange for his own body. Cream’s white darkness is powerful enough to undermine the ‘unbreakable’ power of the Holy Sword, but the cost the caster had to bear was also great.
When there is a Holy Sword, there are no side effects other than the consumption of strength in such a way that the aftermath is passed on to the Holy Sword. To the extent that parts of the body disappear.
[I don’t want to see you get hurt.]
When I finished, Cream was silent for a moment. Umm, did you get it?
As much as the holy sword was aware, he kept his mouth shut instead of installing more. Even if she was only used as a muzzle for the white darkness, she would be a perceptive virtuoso. Anyway, I will continue to be with the dragon.
“·······That.”
Cream turned her head and opened her mouth. Her voice was so low, and I couldn’t see her face, so I couldn’t tell if her reaction was positive or negative.
“Well, just this time.”
Whew, it worked.
It’s funny, but nothing was resolved in the end. The Holy Sword’s thoughts are still very different from ours, and we still only speculate about our party’s secrets, but have not approached the truth.
Even if you tinker like this once, the open wound will always burst again. As long as Cream, the center of the group, hated the Holy Sword, it was safe to say that the explosion would not be resolved in a good way.
Well, no more complicated thoughts. What do you think about when you go back then?