Eiji took the holy sword, drew it from its sheath, and examined it carefully.
Hmm, still no feeling of being acknowledged by a divine weapon. Just like when he seized Gram last ti, it remained completely inert.
"What's this sword called?"
"So kind of Caliburn."
"?"
Eiji's face filled with question marks.
"So kind of Caliburn?"
"So kind of Caliburn."
"I an, what exactly is its na?"
"Right, it's called So Kind of Caliburn."
The little princess said this very seriously.
"I think I understand. Please explain in detail."
Eiji pondered for a mont, seeming to grasp sothing.
"This sword has been in the royal treasury for a very long ti. When I was little, I thought its scabbard was exceptionally beautiful, so I begged my father to give it to . But its true na has long been forgotten. The records only say 'it seems to be called so kind of Caliburn,' so I nad it So Kind of Caliburn."
The little princess explained in detail.
Eiji suddenly understood.
What a simple princess. The book said "so kind of Caliburn," so she actually nad the sword So Kind of Caliburn.
Eiji thought of Kyouya Mitsurugi's demon sword Gram and Yamada's cursed sword Muramasa—these weapons all had deep connections to Earth's myths. Given that, the true na of this "So Kind of Caliburn" must undoubtedly be that one.
"The sword's true na should be Excalibur, aning 'Sword of the King,' a blade only a monarch can wield."
"Excalibur? What a wonderful na!"
Iris repeated the na softly, her face lighting up with joy.
But wasn't the na "Sword of the King" a bit disrespectful to her elder brother?
According to the laws of the Belzerg Kingdom, only the eldest son could inherit the throne.
At that mont, the kingdom's crown prince—who had been forced to camp outside Axel's northern castle after being stood up by a certain Demon King—sneezed loudly.
"Iris, do you know the conditions for this sword to acknowledge its master?"
"I read about it in a book. One must possess a pure and upright heart."
"Then it seems this sword's judgnt is rather diocre. eting soone as upright as and still refusing to acknowledge is undoubtedly its loss."
Eiji, displeased, tossed Excalibur back to Iris, who hurriedly caught it.
"Hehe."
Watching his stubbornness, Iris couldn't help but giggle for a while.
"You trust this much?"
Eiji sat back down on the stone bench.
"Aren't you afraid I might just take the holy sword and run? And you ca to see without even a single guard—that's far too reckless. What if I were a spy for the Demon Lord's Army or sothing?"
This little princess really had no sense of caution.
But since she was genuinely adorable, Eiji decided to lecture her a little.
"I have great confidence in my ability to judge people!"
Iris declared proudly. "Even though Mr. Nangou seems quite unreliable, I know you're not a bad person. Weren't you just worrying about ?"
She seed genuinely happy, her smile so wide her eyes nearly disappeared.
"And don't let my appearance fool you—I carry the bloodline of a hero. I'm actually very strong!"
Iris said with a bright smile.
In this dieval European-inspired fantasy world, people still revered the concept of bloodline superiority.
In a world where candidates for the Hero title generally possess formidable power, it was only natural for people to assu that an adventurer with black hair and black eyes had an extraordinary lineage.
Thus, the royal families and many powerful nobles of this world had long been introducing the bloodline of Heroes into their own.
The most common thod, of course, was through marriage.
By incorporating black-haired reincarnators into their families, they could pass down the genes of Hero candidates.
And truth be told, the descendants born from such unions were indeed exceptional. Their innate talent as adventurers was remarkably high, giving them a head start over ordinary people. At the sa level, their abilities far surpassed those of regular adventurers, and there was a significant chance they could gain the recognition of their parents' Divine Relics.
The royal family of the Belzerg Kingdom had, of course, introduced the Hero's bloodline more than once.
Combined with their unrestrained consumption of high-grade ingredients for leveling up, the royal family's strength was generally formidable.
As for Iris, a descendant of the Hero, according to her, the Hero genes within her were unprecedentedly powerful, overwhelmingly surpassing those of her father and elder brother. The exceptional talent of a Hero's descendant was fully manifested in her. Despite her young age, her ability values were already extraordinarily high!
Add to that the strongest Divine Relic, Excalibur, and to put it bluntly, Iris was the strongest pillar of the Belzerg Kingdom!
Even from yesterday's battle on the snowy plains, it was evident that none of the reincarnators could match Iris in controlling the battlefield.
Even Airi had once suffered a defeat at her hands, a testant to her imnse strength.
And she was only twelve years old.
"Limitless potential!"
Eiji remarked with genuine admiration.
"No wonder she doesn't bring any guards—she's that confident in her own strength."
Indeed.
Why would the strongest in the kingdom need guards?
If I can't defeat soone, neither can you. You'd only hold back.
"No, that's not the reason I didn't bring any guards..."
Iris scratched her cheek, lowering her head in embarrassnt.
"Actually, I ca here without telling Claire. If I brought guards, she would definitely follow."
Ah, I see.
If that lesbian found out, there'd be no chance for a eting.
"Lady Iris? Where are you?"
Just then, Claire's voice suddenly rang out.
"It's almost ti for class. The teachers are already waiting. Lady Iris, you're here after all... It's you!"
In no ti, Iris's expression changed.
Before she could flee with Eiji, the woman in the white suit had already entered the garden.
Spotting Eiji chatting casually with Iris, Claire's eyes widened.
"Iris, I'll take my leave now."
Eiji gave a light chuckle as he stood up from the stone bench.
"Rember, beware of noble lesbians!"
"You—!!"
Claire let out a furious roar.
But before she could say another word, Eiji had already vanished in a flash.
"Ah, he's gone..."
Iris was about to call out, but Eiji had already disappeared from sight, leaving her to sigh in disappointnt.
"Lady Iris, there's no need to feel sad over the departure of such a man!"
Seeing this, Claire felt even more sour, her tone dripping with jealousy.
"Yes, I heard you, Claire. Let's go back to class."
Iris gave her a gentle smile before rising and walking away first.
Claire froze in place.
How should I put it.
After all, she had watched Iris grow up and knew every little gesture of hers like the back of her hand.
"That smile just now was the awkward, can't-quite-say-it-out-loud kind. Since Lady Iris beca sensible, it's only appeared five tis, and this is the first ti directed at ... I'm dood, she's on guard against now!"
Claire plopped to her knees with a thud, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
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