"I hope you can help with sothing!"
As the massive monstrous shadow descended, a pitch-black Aurora shot into the sky.
In the manor, Eiji solemnly made his request to everyone.
Gather as many fairies as possible!
He could sense that the dream clone couldn't eliminate the Cursed Hand—more magical energy was needed!
But the fairies from earlier had already been drained dry and couldn't help in the short term. Forcing another drain would cause their vitality to plumt, even leading to their deaths.
That would be a futile effort.
"Prepare imdiately!"
Pepe issued orders to the human guards without hesitation.
Thanks to Gudao and the others, a large number of refugees were taking shelter near the manor, so gathering those fairies wouldn't be difficult.
But it would take ti!
Seeing that the dream clone was on the verge of collapse, Eiji gritted his teeth. Bloodshot veins suddenly filled his eyes, and the sword aura around him turned violently fierce for a mont before quickly subsiding.
This was a technique from Ittou Shura that broke the limits of life instinct. Due to its life-shortening effects, he hadn't used it in a long ti.
With Mash's support, Eiji's pressure instantly lessened, and his complexion improved significantly.
"Even with this, you cannot destroy that Cursed Hand."
Just then, Grimm's figure suddenly appeared in the manor.
"What do you an?"
Pressed for ti, Eiji had no patience for pleasantries and imdiately asked.
"That sword of yours, in the end, is also a product of a curse."
Grimm pointed at the inverted holy sword in Eiji's hand.
"The power of that sword is also an ominous force. Using a curse to fight a curse is not a wise judgnt!"
There was truth to his words.
Using a power tainted by a curse to fight a curse would undoubtedly be an uphill battle.
"Even if you say that, who else here can provide more powerful firepower?"
Eiji retorted.
Looking around, whether it was Muramasa, Tristan, or even Grimm himself, none possessed a Noble Phantasm with such overwhelming firepower.
Moreover, Eiji wanted to defeat that great calamity with his own hands!
"You have a point there."
Grimm nodded thoughtfully.
"In that case, let lend you a hand!"
?
Eiji was puzzled.
Until the next mont, when he widened his eyes in astonishnt.
A clear spring suddenly rippled around him. The refreshing water seed to contain endless knowledge, granting instant comprehension of countless wisdoms.
"Listen carefully. You've likely been treating that sword rely as a tool, so you haven't realized that a Noble Phantasm is the instinct of a Heroic Spirit—a fantasy that responds to its wielder's expectations. It changes according to the wielder's will and intentions. For example, a staff that protects allies can beco a spear that pierces enemies, and a system that consus magical energy can transform into one that consus life force!"
"As for what form that sword should take to defeat that conglorate of curses—ask your heart!"
Grimm expanded the spring.
An astonishing spiritual radiance rippled toward Eiji.
In an instant, it felt as if all distracting thoughts were cast aside. His mind beca unprecedentedly clear, as if every problem could be effortlessly solved under this influx of wisdom!
Could this be the Well of Mimir?
Eiji was inwardly astonished.
These Heroic Spirits, every single one of them possesses extraordinary skills!
Legend says that Odin, the great god of Norse mythology, offered one of his eyes to the well and gained ultimate wisdom—the runes—allowing him to comprehend all the secrets of the world!
This power is akin to spiritual energy and is exceptionally effective against curses!
With unprecedented clarity of mind, Eiji recalled Grim's words.
Questioning the heart?
Does that an using one's own heart to alter the form of the Noble Phantasm?
Indeed.
Against a curse, what is needed is not an ominous demonic sword, but a sacred holy sword!
"Return to your forr self..."
Eiji's thoughts stirred the waters of the well, which flowed over the pitch-black blade.
The well's curse-neutralizing properties acted like ink being wiped away, gradually cleansing the red patterns on the sword.
Eiji finally understood that he had been mistaken all along.
He had assud that the replicated sword was rely an empty shell—powerful, yet entirely lifeless, incapable of undergoing the changes the original could.
Thus, he had always treated the Noble Phantasm as a convenient tool, never considering the possibility of altering it.
But in reality, that wasn't the case!
The sword Eiji had replicated was the genuine article!
Within this holy sword lay the history and fantasies of King Arthur himself!
Crack!
The dark demonic energy coating the blade lted away like spring snow, and fine cracks began to spread across its surface.
"What will beco of us now?"
"Who knows? The Count has a decent reputation, right?"
"Things can't get any worse, so why worry?"
One by one, the fairies entered from outside.
So wore worried expressions, others looked resolute, as they gathered in the courtyard.
A rough count revealed nearly a hundred of them.
"You fairies all have land, work, or purposes here in Norwich, which is why you cannot leave no matter what."
Eiji opened his eyes, his gaze clearer than ever, shimring with the clarity of a starry sky.
"In that case, for the sake of your goals, entrust your lives to !"
"—I swear upon this sword, and with this sword, I pledge victory to you!"
Clang!
With a clear, lodious ring, the dark filth completely vanished from the blade.
In its place erged a sacred golden radiance, adorned with blue enal reminiscent of a starry sky.
The ominous aura dissipated instantly, and rely looking at the sword inspired trust in those who beheld it.
"Ohh!"
Little Da Vinci shed tears of emotion.
She had witnessed the corruption of holy swords but had never seen a demonic sword purified!
"What a beautiful sword!"
"What a beautiful person!"
"Hey, what should we do?"
"Even if we die, we'll just be reborn in the next generation. What's the big deal? Things can't get any worse!"
"More importantly, my forge must not be destroyed!"
The fairies joined hands, gathering together.
"I'll contribute my share as well!"
Pepe Rockino, as if on purpose, took the final baton and lightly placed his hand on Eiji's shoulder with a chuckle.
Eiji shuddered slightly, nearly breaking free from the state of wisdom granted by the Well of Mimir.
"Heh, don't underestimate an old man. I'll join too!"
Muramasa laughed heartily and willingly took the other side.
"Everyone, listen up! We're going in!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Eiji's eyes as he raised the holy sword high above his head.
Countless streams of magical power flowed from the fairies, coursing through Peperoncino and Muramasa before pouring into his body.
"This radiance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth! The gathered breath of stars, the shining torrent of life! Take this—"
"Ex—calibur—!!!"
The breath of stars transford into a golden torrent of light!
A sacred golden pillar of light spanned heaven and earth!
The brilliance of the stars showered across the starry sky!
The massive cursed hand instantly grew alert, abandoning the chalk city on the ground and turning toward the tranquil port town, but the holy light had already roared forth to et it.
This single strike pierced through with overwhelming force!
Like ice lting under the sun, the cursed canopy dissolved in the blink of an eye within the radiance!
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