3. Being arrogant about the saint
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Once upon a time my father said, Son. There are a lot of sh*tty things in the world, but there aren’t as many sh*tty things as I thought.
The grown-ups said there was nothing wrong with the trip with the hero, but there were advantages. What is that, uh… Let’s think for a moment.
Yes! First of all, the hero was an amazing beautiful girl. She is unmatched even among the many owners I have had over the centuries. Truly a beauty carved by God.
Besides, if I’m with her, I can escape from her remarks. Considering Vigo’s meticulous defense, this opportunity won’t come twice.
‘Then what are you doing?’
What I felt while living as a lump of metal before the demonic sword is that no matter how boring and boring life is, it is better than dying.
Each person has a different opinion, but at least I always put ‘survival’ as my top priority. I’d rather be stuck in Vigo for decades than venture out for a few days and melt into soup.
And what if the owner is pretty! I am a sword! Of course, it would be better for a pretty girl to wipe me than for a black guy to wipe me.
[Send it back!]
“Noisy.”
[Yes.]
But I didn’t have a choice.
The hero drew his sword from its scabbard and was observing me. Even though he was held in his hand, unlike before, he didn’t feel that much pain or rejection.
What I feel instead is a spiritual connection. As is always the case with weapons with her own self, at the point where I acknowledged her as her master, whether voluntarily or against her will, we were bound by soul.
It’s a grandiose word, but to put it simply, that’s it. Bind system when equipped.
Of course, this is not a one-sided relationship. As much as I serve the master, the master is also bound to me. I quietly muttered the magic words.
‘Status window’
Last time I wasn’t treated as an ally and blocked by divine protection, but now it’s different. I’m her ally, that’s right, an ally, because I’ve become practically her property.
It’s even weirder if you resist the skill of your item.
– Name: Hero
– Race: Human (?)
– Ability: Body S+ Sense S- Mental SS
– Attributes: Declaration of the Demon King (EX) God’s Protection (EX) Trinity (SSS)
– State: Greed, sloth
‘Whiyu.’
I blew the whistle involuntarily. Was my ability as a human being average B? Considering that I was so proud of myself, the hero’s abilities were clearly beyond the human category.
Anyway, the most shocking thing was that the hero’s name was a hero. The other warriors had their names intact.
It’s like coveting a demonic sword over an intact holy sword. The hero of this generation was a special figure among the warriors. Well, no matter how special it is, it is unfit to be the owner of this body.
[Gaaah! Why are you like this all of a sudden?]
“Thinking, disrespectful.”
I let out a scream at the sudden strong gripe power. sh*t. The eyes are fast. I muttered to myself. Master is the best master is the best
The warrior smiled happily and let go of my grip, then hung it from my waist with a skillful hand gesture. Now that I have become a warrior’s weapon, I shed tears inwardly.
‘This is how you die…’
Is Simcheong feeling like this when she was sold for 300 seok of grain rice? However, the warrior, whether aware of my feelings or not, opened the door to Vigo with brisk steps.
“Wait.”
But before the hero could get out of her way, someone blocked her path. What kind of courageous idiot stands in the way of the hero? It was the moment when I got out of my dejection and looked ahead.
[Ouch!]
“The alarm sounded, so I went to see it, and as expected…”
Dazzling blonde hair with passionate red eyes. And even the strict expression that ruins all that beauty. Even though he was old, that old man who was still filthy handsome was a person I knew well.
There’s no way you wouldn’t know. You’re the one who put me in this bigo!
[It’s been a while, the saint of the sun!]
“Hero, are you insane? To bring that terrible demon sword out!”
It’s been decades since I’ve seen it again, but I guess that snobbish personality is still the same.
As a clear voice resounded, the eyes of those walking to and from Daeshinjeon focused on us. They were first surprised to see the transcendent beauty of the hero, and then surprised to see the sword hanging from the waist of the hero.
“Is that the hero of the day?”
“By the way, isn’t that a holy sword?”
The chatter quickly spread throughout the temple. Despite her disquieting mood, the hero still tilted her head with a carefree face.
“Something, a problem?”
“Great… How much blood did our brothers have to shed for that one sword. First of all, warrior! Your weapon is a holy sword!”
“Aha.”
Did you realize something from the saint’s words? The warrior nodded slowly, and soon turned around and returned to Vigo. When she came out again, she had a shining holy sword in her hand.
Of course, I was still hanging from my waist.
“Now, okay?”
[Thank you, Aries. I persuaded my master to get you out too.]
[Note] I didn’t close the door and went out so I could hear everything outside? Where is this damn sword lying!]
The warrior held out his sword toward the saint with a proud face, like a child seeking praise. The face of the saint, who had been accidentally targeted by the holy sword, turned red.
“Go!”
The saint’s shout rang the Great War. However, only the onlookers around were surprised by the shouting, and the warrior did not raise an eyebrow.
“I won’t talk too much. Return that sword to its original place immediately! If you hadn’t been a warrior, he would have hit the bell hard!”
I was so angry that my voice, which was polite at first, trembled at the end.
Certainly he deserved such anger. The Saint of the Sun is a monster that has been active for decades, and the heretic inquisitors I cut when I was chased by the Great War were his teachers, motives, and disciples.
“I don’t like it.”
And the hero answered simply.
It was after the others had already run away in the atmosphere that was gradually becoming more and more threatening. In the center of the empty Great Hall, the saint and the hero were confronting each other.
Of course, looking at the hero’s carefree expression, it might be that only the saint thinks so. However, the hero had not put away his sword yet.
“A lump of blood less than twenty years old! Let’s see, there is no end to arrogance!”
As if representing the saint’s wrath, the divine power of the sun rose from his entire body like flames. The heat was so hot that even I, the swordsman, could feel it.
If things go on like this, a fight might really break out between the two. Even if you look at it like this, you can’t see those who are equally favored by God as good demonic swords fighting each other.
Anyway, I have no choice but to step out here. In the immediate atmosphere, I rang my sword briefly to catch their attention and then opened my mouth.
[Hey, don’t be so hot. Even though I killed my fellow temple mates, isn’t that all in the past? You can’t become a great person if you cling to the old things like that.]
At most, it was the best advice I could give to a small person obsessed with a grudge from decades ago. As if my words were impressive, the Saint of the Sun let out a groan like a demon from hell and increased his firepower.
The flames, which had grown in size, shook anxiously as if they would lose control at any moment and explode. Watching the tapestry, which has great artistic and religious value, burn in the fire, I shed an exclamation of regret.
[I heard that high blood pressure is so dangerous in old age, calm down. Shouldn’t you at least live as long as your colleagues who went before you?]
“Gaaa!”
Oh, it exploded. Perhaps the string of rationality was cut off, the saint poured fire on us, forgetting that this place was the Great Temple. The power of the sun, comparable to the dragon’s breath, poured down on us.
But even in the face of the flames, I remained calm. Of course, the divine power is at odds with me, but who is my master now?
“······· Haa.”
With a short sigh, the warrior raised the holy sword in his hand. Divine power flowed down the blade, and it splendidly bloomed in the form of an ice flower at the tip of his sword.
A torrent of flame pours over it. As the frost in full bloom dropped petals one by one, the flames that swept all over the place also died down.
[Hwiyu.]
Soon the cold flowers will wither, and the flowing river will stop. In the aftermath of the clash of terrifying forces, the surroundings quickly became a mess, but the center where the two collided looked rather intact.
“Cool…!”
The saint suddenly grabbed his chest and vomited his blood. Well, even though he looks young on the outside, the saint is over a hundred years old. Even if the power received from the sun god is intact, the bowl is on the verge of breaking.
In that state, he clashed with a hero who was no different from the final weapon of the human world. No, that’s why the warrior was so kind.
“Saint Rosé!”
“What an outrage in the temple!”
A step late, the paladins protecting the great temples jumped in. The golden roses on their chests shone brilliantly in the light of the unquenched flames.
Half of the Holy Knights escort the saint in perfect order, and the other half aim their swords at us. Even though they knew they were warriors, there was no delusion in their eyes.
“Annoyingly, making a living.”
[Ah! aaagh! Sorry!]
In the meantime, the hero punished me by tightly gripping the handle of the demonic sword. When I screamed at the feeling of his handle being corroded, the hero finally let go of his handle as if satisfied.
It’s a pity that I can’t even grumble because I’m so quick to notice. However, even while we were doing so leisurely, the paladins were steadily closing their distance from us.
“Lay down your weapons and surrender! Even a warrior cannot escape the strict law of the sun god!”
Among them, the one who seemed to be the vice-captain shouted at us. The point of his sword was straight, and there was a little fear in his voice.
But a noble knight, he will not back down even in the face of an unbeatable foe. He is personally one of my favorite human group figures.
[Whoops, don’t be afraid…]
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“Quiet.”
But as soon as I opened my mouth, the hero squeezed my grip once more, as if he had no intention of letting me speak a second time.
The warrior who silenced me like that wore his holy sword on the other side of his waist and showed his bare hands to his knights.
“I have no intention of fighting. It was just an act of defense.”
“Even so, we cannot go over what happened inside the Great Hall. Even now…”
“No.”
The saint, who slowly recovered himself, cut off our conversation. He cut off the conversation in a more senile tone.
“Leave it.”
“But, Holy Son, if we continue like this, our status will be…”
“Are you even making fun of me?!”
His face was pale, but his spirit was still the same. When the saint burst into anger, the knight shrank. Then the saint turned his head to us.
“I will not interrogate you any more. So leave this temple right away.”
It was a tone that showed no respect or reverence for the hero.
“Okay.”
[······Ha, really.]
As if the invasion of the demon king had occurred, against the background of the broken Great Hall, the hero took the first step on the journey to become a myth, receiving the young gaze of the enemy of the sun god instead of the demon king’s minion.
[Then why did you wear a hoodie?]
[Noisy! In the first place, it was decided that I would be the first to join the hero’s journey, right?]
[Wrong?]
Beside it was the normally noisy demonic sword and the more talkative holy sword these days, but well. It won’t be a very important story.