63. Sign a contract with me and become a saint!
“The owner is really too much.”
Choco, thrown over her barrier of light, pouted her lips as she stroked her tingling buttocks.
“What is that sword! The atmosphere was somber and gloomy. Just throw it away and go back to my house with me.”
But contrary to her complaints, Choco showed no sign of leaving her cream. Although, as the name suggests, the two were not actually master and slave.
Perhaps something tougher and more sticky than the stigma was restraining the two of them. The wildness that stands out especially in pure-blooded beastmen, the instinct to follow the strong.
“Ugh, should I look for it?”
Although it may grumble and show dissatisfaction, it absolutely obeys the leader’s orders. Except for her mother, she had never seen anyone as strong as Cream.
According to the beastly nature of wanting to belong under a mighty chief, and the human bonds he has built over the years, Choco begins digging through Vigo’s treasures, which he doesn’t care much about.
I’m not fascinated by the glittering light of treasure, but with my unique sensitive sense and wild intuition, Choco quickly found things of high value. Things thickly stained with the smell of desire.
“Not enough.”
But even though she found the real treasure among the piles of junk, Choco was somehow dissatisfied. Gaiters imbued with holy brilliance, helmets that imbue the wearer with wisdom, things like that.
If she took it outside, her owner and the hateful sword would be enough to satisfy her, but Choco felt it was lacking. Following her sense of being guided, she ventured into the depths of Vigo.
Choco, who had been chasing the light of a luminous stone that flickered unsteadily as if it had reached the end of its lifespan, passing through a mountain of junk and treasure piled up in countless piles, stopped in front of an object.
“This is…”
A ceremonial dagger that looks as if it was carved from the ivory of some beast, decorated quite ornately. At the will of someone leading her, Choco lifted it.
However, apart from the sensation of stabbing her in the head, Choco’s reason judged it worthless. The dull, chipped blade was not suitable for combat or ceremonial use.
However, she is not a human who thinks with reason, but a beast that is judged by intuition, and above all, a pure-blooded beast who has inherited a strong beast nature.
Unconsciously, Choco put her dagger on her arm and slashed it. The moment when the beast’s power was added to the dull blade, and the girl’s skin cracked and red blood leaked out.
Flash. The brilliance that covered the entire Vigo exploded.
*
[Come to think of it, what did you do as a human?]
After sending her chocolate over the barrier, we sat down against the wall around it and opened the nogari.
The captain just watches us from a distance. It seemed like they were spying on us, but I turned my attention away because I wouldn’t be able to do anything with that level anyway.
[Yes, yes?]
[No, why are you so flustered? As if I asked something I couldn’t ask.]
If you think about it, even when you were locked up in the Bigo of the Great War with that guy with the Holy Sword, you only talked about being a hero, but you never heard of yourself.
Well, it’s a question I asked half out of curiosity, but seeing the Holy Sword flustered like that, I was suddenly motivated.
[Aren’t you classified as an Ego Weapon? Then, before becoming a sword, there must have been a human who became the original. Oh, were the races different?]
[No, he was human. For now.]
However, the Holy Sword said only that and closed his mouth. An embarrassing silence that feels a bit different from the usual exercise of the right to remain silent, as if the person himself doesn’t know what to say.
[What is once-eun, is it a mixed race?]
[······Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve lived hundreds of years.]
The pathetic response to my joke came back. It is not that mixed blood does not occur between humans, fairies, and beasts, but mixed blood born in such a way is not much different from that of their own kind.
It is said that a mixed blood of a fairy and a beastman does not mean that one is born with natural affinity and regenerative power at the same time. A race only follows one of its parents. Or born as a dwarf.
[Then what is it? Holy sword grandmother who lived longer than me?]
[Don’t speak respectfully to me. It’s creepy.]
[······Wow, this hurts me too.]
Due to the atmosphere, it seemed that the holy sword was trying to say something like ‘whether you, the demonic sword, are hurt or not’, but like a weapon that claims to be the first companion of a hero, he understood Cream’s feelings and shut her mouth.
Well, Cream didn’t care what we were talking about and was just dazed. Since she was always by Cream’s side with her sword, she became adept at recognizing her expression.
[Why?]
Now Cream, although she looks the same, is paying attention to one side of her, unlike her just before.
The destination of her will is beyond the barrier. Well, I can’t detect what’s beyond that because of the divine power emitted by the spell. Soon, a small shadow slowly walked over the barrier.
At the same time as the tiny figure completely passed through the barrier, Cream jumped up.
“Master…”
Choco, who had walked out holding her dagger high like a punishing child, approached Cream with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
“I feel strange…”
It certainly seemed so to me. A lightning bolt overturned the whole body of Choco, who was a pure martial artist, and the sacred power of the stars around him was crackling in the form of lightning.
The power doesn’t seem to harm him, but at the same time, it’s clear that Choco can’t control that power.
[Hey, wait. That’s f*cking dangerous!]
“Ah.”
Cream, who had been approaching dazedly as if possessed by the light, came to his senses at my words. Choco’s physical condition now holds enormous divine power beyond that of the divine magic, and is even spraying it around.
But I couldn’t stay still until such an anomaly, so Cream put me down on the floor and approached Choco.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know. Just wandering around looking for something useful in Vigo, she grabbed this dagger and it went like this.”
The dagger in Choco’s hand was concentrated with her enormous divine power, enough to clearly see the difference even with the naked eye. But Cream reached for it without hesitation.
“Come, give, look.”
“Watch out! Now I can’t control my power either. I can’t let go…”
But who is Cream? She was a warrior who was blessed with the protection of the three gods. A bolt of lightning bolted from her dagger spasmodically, wrapping around her white arm, but Cream didn’t blink an eye at her.
Rather, as Cream emitted her divine power in that state, there was a flash of light that was stronger than that of her dagger, and the dagger that had stuck to her like a magnet finally fell from Choco’s hand.
[Are you okay?]
“Huh? Oh, yes.”
And Choco, who was struck by Cream’s lightning, was unexpectedly fine. As she released her hand from her dagger, the power of the divine power surrounding her was noticeably weakened, but she still did not disappear.
A knight I’ve never seen before, having many experiences as a demonic sword. Choco’s body was still emitting divine power, but there were no stigmata anywhere on her body.
“Do you know what a holy sword is?”
[It feels like a fairly powerful holy relic, but… What is Miss Choco’s condition like?]
Actually, I can’t be sure, but I have a guess. The stigma is the channel through which God sends his power down to earth. The tribe that can use divine power without such a thing is the hero and…
[hahahaha, probably not.]
I quickly erased the nonsensical assumption I had in mind. No matter how many nonsensical things happen in the world, this is really outrageous.
“Master, what should I do?”
When she removed her dagger and the light still didn’t disappear from her body, Choco looked up at her cream with a teary expression. However, even she had no right to do it now.
No matter how omnipotent the power of Cream is, that and omnipotence are different stories. When we didn’t know what to do, we suddenly heard a mental wave.
[Haam, you don’t have to worry too much.]
A low yet husky voice, different from the gentle yet strong voice of the holy sword. It was a voice worn out and rested by the harsh waves of the world, in a different direction from the maturity of the holy sword.
[Because it is an extremely natural phenomenon. By the way, the warrior is better.]
Our eyes focused on one place. To be precise, with the dagger that Cream was still holding. As if his guess was correct, the dagger hummed low and emitted a mental wave.
[Now why don’t you take your hands off me?]
The next moment, Cream frowned as if she felt a stinging pain. The dagger fell from her hand, and soon the dagger teleported along with the light and returned to Choco’s hand.
“This, this, what is this?”
[No surprises, cutie. No matter how troublesome it is, he’s the nominal owner… I’ll treat you like that.]
And then, the lightning that ran wild in Choco’s body soon began to fade. I noticed that the power didn’t return to the dagger, but seeped into Choco’s body.
A situation where I can’t understand what the hell is going on even with my excellent intellect. Fortunately, the target for the answer was very close.
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[What happened? What else are you?]
[This voice is… Ah, it’s you. Long time no see. Well, don’t you have a rough idea of what’s going on?]
Yes, in fact, it is a situation that can be clearly understood by emptying the brain and looking at the phenomenon. The enormous divine power suddenly bestowed on a girl who had nothing to do with faith, and the unetched stigma.
[That child was chosen as a saint.]
The sun saint and the moon saint have been active since ancient times. However, only the saints of the stars did not appear for a long time. That’s why the Order of the Stars has declined compared to other places.
But now, the saint of the stars has arrived before us.
[Well, it’s late, but should I introduce myself now? I am the Holy Sword.]
[This is nonsense! The holy sword is the only one in the world.]
[Uhuhu, that’s right. Because I am not a Saint Sword, but a Star Sword. The mission I have been given is to lead my juniors to the right path.]
“Junior?”
It was Choco who said that. I gently affirmed the words of the star’s black guy.
[Yes, my name is Murphy Lowe. You can call it a muffin.]
[You…!]
[It’s been a while, Aries. I’m not very happy to see it again.]
As if belatedly realizing the true identity of the soul dwelling in that sword, the holy sword raised its voice in surprise. However, Cream and I just stared blankly at each other.
Why are you talking about what only you guys know? I’m trying to feel a little left out.
[So who is he?]
[No, the hero did not receive the training of the Great War, so you shouldn’t know!]
In the meantime, it’s a pity that Cream’s ignorance is hitting the shield again. When I expressed my anger, the Holy Sword instead of the Holy Sword laughed and spoke in a hoarse voice.
[Well, my name is not very well known. Will you understand when I say this? When I was alive, I carried a hammer made of a demon’s skull on my back.]
[Ah!]
Hundreds of years ago, the Eternal Demon King, who was a match for the diligent warrior, was a particularly powerful one among all previous demon kings. He was an elder lich before becoming the Demon King, and his powers were further amplified after becoming the Demon King.
A formidable foe that even the bravest cannot overcome. However, the diligent warrior finally succeeded in destroying the last soul fragment of the eternal demon king after a long battle and pursuit.
The success of the journey was largely due to the help of dedicated helpers. She was an eccentric saint who, despite possessing enormous divine power, jumped directly into the battlefield with a weapon instead of remaining in the back ranks.
[Undeterred by a hundred nights, a thousand enemies, and ten thousand demons.]
“Is there anyone who has borne the yoke of the wicked and yet shines like that?”
I couldn’t meet him in person because I was active on the other side of the continent at the time, but the story was so famous that it was sung all over the continent. To the extent that it has been handed down to the next generation after hundreds of years.
The protagonist of the epic, the battle saint, was in front of us.