"Thea Constance…"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I think I'm having difficulty breathing…"
"That's right, Your Majesty."
"Am I imagining things? This thing that's extending from my chest… is your sword?"
"That's right, Your Majesty."
"…Why?"
"I don't expect your forgiveness, Your Majesty, but I love you."
"I was reborn… more than 900 tis and defeated countless enemies. Finally, I'm about to succeed with this final step... but you're stabbing to death?! Tell ... is this how you love ?!"
"That's right."
"…Why?!"
"I can't watch you sacrifice yourself to save us."
"And that's why you're killing ?"
"You'll be reborn again."
"…"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. You still have a chance. Everything here will be destroyed. However, you will head to the next world. When you get there, you will et another . All I want to tell you is that no matter how many tis you experience life and death, my love for you will never change."
"Constance, you've disappointed completely…"
"You have the right to be angry, Your Majesty."
"Even you are so stupid…"
"I won't refute you."
"I'm finally seeing it clearly… all of you Imperial Guards… are traitors!"
"Goodbye, Rayne, my love…"
…
Rayne had a dream. In the dream, he saw his past self.
He died ti and again and was resurrected ti and again.
He was enraged, broke down, went crazy, despaired, finally compromised and lost his feelings.
All his joys and sorrows lost their aning after a long ti, until… he arrived at the end of that world that made his heart ache physically and literally.
Then, Rayne woke up.
He felt as though he was lying on a pillow with an exquisite texture.
It should be soone's thigh.
Furthermore, judging from its flexibility and size… it did not belong to Constance.
Thereafter, Rayne vaguely heard the conversation between Constance and Hela.
Hela said, "This sword is really interesting. It doesn't absorb elents or react with magic.
Furthermore, its power can only be released in your hands. Thea, do you know the origin of this thing?"
Constance replied, "I don't know."
"For real?"
"Yes."
"However, His Highness Rayne should know this sword very well. After all, this sword was specially prepared for you. I finally understand. The reason why Prince Rayne wanted to hunt the ancient dragon was not because of the evil dragon's orders or to bribe . It was because I had just taken away your only golden weapon at that ti…"
"No…"
"Mmm?"
"My relationship with His Highness isn't that good. He won't give such a precious gift. He was probably just loaning his sword temporarily so that I could help him destroy the ancient dragon."
Hela sounded jealous. "Thea, are you showing off to ?"
Constance: "I'm not."
"Say, the two of you are cold and violent towards one another everyday. Even if you et ten tis, you might not be able to say anything. However, you dote on one another the mont sothing happens… are you guys just flirting?"
"Hela…"
"Fufu… did I say sothing wrong?"
"Why are you suddenly so concerned about His Highness Rayne?"
"Cough, cough... O-Of course, it's because I took his money, so I have to show more concern for my boss… ah, His Highness is awake."
Hela lowered her head and looked at Rayne who was resting on her thighs, greeting with a smile, "Did you sleep well, Your Highness?"
"It was alright…"
Rayne caught sight of the naless golden sword beside him.
Rayne asked in confusion, "Constance, why don't you put away the sword?"
Constance replied calmly, "This belongs to you, Your Highness."
"N-No,"
Rayne thanked Hela before getting up and handing the golden sword to Constance.
"Keep it well. This is a weapon exclusive to you. You're the only one suitable for it."
"Your Highness…"
Constance's gaze was complicated. If this was truly a sword given to her by Rayne, it ant that… as Hela had said, Rayne had left the capital, barged into Leta and risked his life to challenge the ancient dragon.
Everything he did was to obtain this weapon for her.
Constance said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Rayne nodded and did not mind. "Right, there's one more thing. At that ti, its creator did not have ti to give this sword a na. This divine weapon is worthy of a aningful real na. Just give it a na."
Constance asked, "Any na?"
Rayne replied, "Yes."
"In that case…"
Constance wiped the blade of the golden sword gently.
Without the need for Constance to say anything, the golden sword sensed its master's thoughts and a single word appeared on its blade.
After countless years, this legacy of the original gods finally obtained its true na.
[Rayne]
…
Author's Note:
To clarify, this book does not revolve around a ga world. What I wanted to express with the New One-handed Sword 01 previously was that there was a race that created the world. Before they left, they left behind an incomplete design without even deciding on a na. It was treated as a sacred item by the ancient dragons and they thought that New One-handed Sword 01 was so sacred true na or whatnot.
Translator's Note:
There was so backlash because New One-handed Sword 01 in Chinese sounded like the na of a random item in a ga and the readers thought that the author was going to deviate from the genre. In essence, it was ant to be that way because it was supposed to co off as a pun but clearly it was misunderstood, hence the need for him to clarify. Cheers!
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