Shuen.
-There's a haunted house on the Andes Snowy Mountain at night?
-Hehe, yeah. But what are you doing here?
-Sleeping outdoors.
-...?
-How do I get up the Andes Snowy Mountain?
-Hmm... to get up there without encountering demonic beasts, you'll need at least two days and one night. If you take the long way around, it's relatively safe.
-Hmmm. Thanks, commoner.
Shuen, who had chosen the safe route over the shortcut and thus avoided the heretics, was on a difficult journey.
-Heeeeeeeeeok!!!
Climbing the snowy mountains of the North alone.
-Hiiiiiiiii???? What are you?
She had also encountered a Forest Goblin during her hike and run away. Because nobles were precious people who didn't use their mana on lowly demonic beasts. It was definitely not because she was scared.
-...Uuuung.
Shuen had only one goal.
-The holy sword is my dowry.
The holy sword.
Shuen ran towards Mikhail and with a bright smile.
"Nice to see you, commner. No, commoner."
"Nice to see you too, Shuen."
"Nice to see you too. But what are you two doing?"
Shuen looked at Mikhail and , who were sweating, with a bewildered expression. As if asking what we were doing in front of the holy sword.
"Did you leave it for ?"
"That's not it."
"Hmm... then it must be that."
Shuen nodded and reached for the holy sword.
I flinched and looked at Shuen who had grabbed the holy sword. Shuen grabbing the holy sword was not in the novel, so if the unqualified Shuen touched the holy sword, it might be an even more dangerous...
-Pop!
"...?"
"Heh."
"What did you do?"
"I used my strength."
Shuen pulled out the holy sword without a mont's hesitation and gave an innocent smile. As if asking why we were struggling with sothing so easy.
I looked at Shuen.
What on earth...
was in her head?
The person who could pull out the holy sword was supposed to be a simple person... to put it bluntly, soone with a pure mind....
"What is it? That look in your eyes seems to be committing the cri of insulting a noble."
"It's because you're cool."
"Is that so?"
Shuen said with a bright smile.
"As expected, the commoner knows how to treat a noble. I'll be sure to put in a good word with the Tetra family."
"What?"
"K-hhm!"
Shuen, flustered by the question, changed the subject. To what might be the most important topic right now.
"Then, commoner. Who becos the owner of the holy sword?"
"..."
"I was the one who pulled it out, but a commoner and another commoner were holding the hilt."
"..."
Mikhail, who had suddenly been demoted to a commoner, was wiping his cold sweat and coming to his senses.
"Haah... haah..."
"You're back to your senses."
"The holy sword...! What happened to the holy sword?"
"Look at your hand, Mikhail."
The holy sword was now in Mikhail's hand. Along with a tattoo on the back of his hand symbolizing the master of the holy sword.
Mikhail let out a sigh of relief and lowered his head.
"That's a relief."
"..."
"Really... a relief. I thought I had failed because of my mistake...."
"No."
I bowed my head towards the self-reproaching Mikhail and replied. Honestly, I was responsible for things turning out this way.
"I should have anticipated the variables. It's my mistake."
"No, it's not. But..."
-Staaaaare.
"Why is Shuen here?"
Mikhail, feeling burdened by Shuen's intense gaze on the holy sword, voiced his question without even having a mont to feel the relief of having pulled out the sword.
At Mikhail's question, Shuen nodded her head greatly and replied.
"The dowry... no, I ca to investigate the cultural festival."
"...?"
"Because the proud Tetra family loves history and culture."
Mikhail let out an awkward laugh and nodded. It was easier to accept than to try to force an understanding.
"I see..."
Mikhail decided to leave the understanding to Shuen.
As the complex Mikhail was calming down, I cautiously asked him a favor. If I could hold the holy sword.
Like Shuen's words, a hypothesis had occurred to as well. Since there were three people who had pulled out the holy sword, I was wondering if I might have also gained the qualification to use the holy sword.
"Excuse , Mikhail."
"Yes..."
"I know it's rude to ask this, but by any chance..."
"No, it's not. Please speak comfortably."
"Could I also hold the holy sword? While we're at it, Shuen too."
In the novel, if soone other than Mikhail held the holy sword, no blessing was bestowed. To be precise, no one could hold the holy sword unless Mikhail allowed it.
Nevertheless, if soone other than Mikhail held the holy sword, it was no different from an ordinary sword.
I wondered.
What would happen to , who had pulled out the sword together?
"Here you go."
I reached out for the holy sword Mikhail was handing and asked. Wondering if the qualification for the holy sword had been transferred to soone else.
"What did you feel when you pulled out the holy sword?"
"Well... it was like the world was shining brightly. Even now, my body is overflowing with strength to a strange degree... I feel like I can do anything."
"It's the blessing of the holy sword, then."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"I can't quite believe it."
"Haha, of course. ...Then I'll hold it too."
-Grab.
[Qualification for the Holy Sword has been confird.]
"...Huh?"
"What's wrong? Don't tell ..."
"No, it's just..."
['Blessing of the Holy Sword' and '80' other blessings are temporarily applied.]
[Mana increases explosively.]
[Strength increases explosively.]
[Regeneration increases explosively.]
[All attacks are imbued with the 'Holy' attribute.]
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I hid my flustered heart and passed the holy sword to Shuen. I thought this would be faster than explaining it in words.
"Eh?"
-Nod.
"Hehet...!"
And Shuen, who had grabbed the holy sword.
"Hiyoooooooot!!! I'm overflowing with power!!!!"
Could use the power of the holy sword.
Shuen swung the holy sword around, then rested it on her shoulder and said with a bright smile.
"I am the hero Shuen! I'm quitting magic and from now on, I will carry on the destiny of saving the world...!"
I looked at Mikhail and asked.
"Mikhail."
"Yes...?"
"By any chance, when I held the holy sword, did the blessing disappear? The feeling of getting stronger and being able to do anything..."
Mikhail shook his head and replied.
"No. I can feel it."
I see.
"This is strange."
"What is?"
-Uhahahat, from now on I am Shuen-gel! Angel Shuen.
I glanced at Shuen, let out a small hollow laugh, and said to Mikhail.
"The qualification to wield the holy sword has been passed on to three people."
"Then... I'm..."
"No. The core blessing seems to be bound to you, Mikhail, but it ans that Shuen and I can also use the sa power when we hold the holy sword."
"What?"
"To put it simply, you can use a part of the holy sword's power even without holding it, and Shuen and I, who pulled out the sword together, can only use the holy sword's power when we are holding it."
"Ah... that's a good thing!?"
"Haha... yes. I don't know what this situation is either, but in the end, it seems to be a good thing."
I don't know either.
There was no such content in the novel. I, who had unintentionally been able to use the holy sword due to the intervention of a third party nad Shuen, let out a hollow laugh and snatched the holy sword from Shuen's hand.
"Uhehehet! I am Shuen-gel... eh?"
"Shuen, should we return it to its original owner?"
"...Eh? Am I not the owner?"
"Unfortunately, it's joint ownership."
"Hiit?!"
Shuen glared at Mikhail with sharp eyes, then raised her hand and expressed her opinion.
"Commoner, no, Senior Mikhail."
"Uh...?"
"I'm giving my ownership to that red-haired commoner, so just know that."
"Ah..."
"By majority rule, the owner is the red-haired commoner. So get permission if you want to use it."
"...Alright."
Mikhail looked at with a bewildered expression, but since I had nothing to say either, I let out a hollow laugh and shrugged.
I smiled at Shuen and bowed my head. I was grateful that she was looking out for .
"Thank you, Shuen."
-Thump!
"Guuuh!!! This isn't a dowry, so don't get the wrong idea and expect sothing else, commoner."
"What?"
"Anyway!!! Don't thank for sothing like this!"
"Puhahat...! I understand."
The ownership of the holy sword returned to Mikhail. It wouldn't an much if I used it now anyway.
Honestly, more than the holy sword.
-Kwaaaaaaaak.
My body, freed from the black magic, was a bigger gain. The flow of my mana had changed since my blocked channels were opened.
I felt like I was overflowing with power.
It felt like the energy in my whole body was about to burst.
And my aura seed to be flowing more purely. As if I had undergone what is often called 'reborn' in martial arts novels.
-Grip.
I felt like I was overflowing with power.
So right now.
It was right for Mikhail to have the holy sword.
I bowed my head to Shuen once more. If it weren't for her, my life, let alone the holy sword, could have been in danger.
Shuen wandered around the space where the holy sword had been sleeping and a question mark appeared above her head.
"But you know."
"Yes."
"Why was it built like this?"
"What?"
"This wall."
Shuen pointed at the floor with her finger and asked in a curious voice.
"It's made of shadowstone."
"What?"
Shuen tapped the wall with her finger and said.
"It's already contaminated, so it would be useless even if you resold it, but hmmm... this is strange. It's a place to store a sacred object, but it's made of shadowstone which absorbs evil energy. Isn't that strange? If it were , I would have made it out of gold or quartz."
"..."
"It's a material that can only be made by priests praying to a stone for 24 hours..."
"...Uh, Shuen."
I felt a presence from the floor and said with an awkward smile.
"That's a flag."
"A flag?"
"Yes."
"What's that?"
I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at the floor. And.
"Sothing that suddenly happens..."
-Jjeeeeeeeok!!!
I let out a sigh at the sight of a huge pit opening up as if to swallow the floor.
"Sothing like this."
Sothing is visible in the pit that ford under the place where the holy sword was pulled out.
"...A sword."
A demonic sword filled with a terribly strong resentnt and darkness.
-Saaaaaaaak.
"Hiet?"
"...!"
"Haa..."
It was visible.
-Woooooong.
Tyrfing is trembling.
It was trembling as if it had t sothing powerful.
A sword that did not appear in the novel.
A magic sword with darkness that could distort space had neither appeared nor been ntioned in the novel.
'There are too many variables...'
As if representing my troubled heart, Tyrfing was trembling. As if afraid of the magic sword before it, it was causing a quivering sword cry from its sheath.
"Gulp..."
The double-edged magic sword had an unremarkable appearance. Compared to other swords, it didn't have any peculiar decorations to feel flashy, nor was it huge, having the form of a moderately sized sword.
The blade of the magic sword shone darkly, and whenever it received light, it faintly scattered a red aura. Like a river flowing quietly.
I let out a hollow laugh at the cold aura exuded by the magic sword, to the point where I thought it was more correct to call it a curse rather than a sword.
Wondering how it ca to be.
Compared to its simple appearance, the aura exuded by the sword was extrely vicious. To the point of distorting space.
Just in case, I looked at Shuen and asked. If she wasn't srized.
"Shuen-ssi."
"Why do you call-yot. Commoner."
"How does that sword look to you?"
"It looks like a magic sword-yot."
"Not like that. Like you'd be in big trouble if you touched it, or that you want to touch it."
"Hoooom."
Shuen, thinking deeply, gave a small nod and a short reply.
"No-yot. It's scary-yot."
"I see."
"What's certain is that this girl can't hold it-yot."
"Why do you think so?"
"It's a gut feeling-yot. It feels like so very evil thought is dwelling in it... I think I'll go crazy if I hold it-yot."
"Then what do you think would happen if I held it."
"..."
Shuen just shook her head without giving an answer. As if telling not to have dangerous thoughts.
To , a sword was a tool that I didn't attach much aning to. It was good if it was sharp, and even if it wasn't, I could just supplent it with skill. It's the spirit of a craftsman.
Of course, I wasn't greedy because I had Tyrfing, the ultimate piece of equipnt, but even if I didn't have Tyrfing, it didn't have a big impact on my overall strength. I didn't have much desire for swords.
But, the sword in front of had a strength that surpassed imagination. To the point of being greedy for it.
If Tyrfing was called a 'magic sword', then it would be more correct to call that sword a 'demon'. It was a sword that gave an intuitive feeling that my self would be taken away if I held it with a light heart.
[Activates Black Magic Resistance Lv.5.]
'...It doesn't seem like black magic.'
It didn't seem to be an evil thought derived from black magic. Because nothing much changed even when I activated the black magic resistance. Sothing fundantal seed to feel different.
"..."
If I think about my body, the right thing to do is to leave without even looking at that sword. Because it contains an aura that is too powerful to handle. But what if that sword falls into the hands of the heretics...?
'That's also a problem.'
It felt like a snowball of unimaginable proportions would start rolling. But to destroy that sword, it felt like the magic power suppressed by the magic sword would burst out, so I couldn't even dare.
There are two ways.
One is to bury the sword.
There is a way to pile up the debris on top of the sword and let it flow into the back alleys of history.
The other way is.
For to take the magic sword.
It was a solution where I wouldn't have to worry about the magic sword being taken by the heretics, and at the sa ti, I could strengthen my power. Provided that I could handle that sword.
I don't know when the fight between Temperance and ekness will end. If, just if, Temperance defeats Elisia and runs towards the magic sword, the aftereffects would be unimaginable.
It would be a problem if Temperance was chosen by the magic sword, and it would also be a big problem if he was dominated by the magic sword.
Then there's only one way.
I called out to Mikhail and Shuen who were looking down into the pit.
"Hey, Mikhail-ssi. And Shuen-ssi."
"Yes-yot?"
"Yes?"
I swallowed my dry saliva and said.
"I'll be right down."
As soon as the words were out, a protest was heard. Don't go, don't say scary things.
It's an aura that even a Sword Master finds overwhelming, so how much more so for Mikhail and Shuen? If what I feel is a hundred, the aura Shuen and Mikhail feel would be at least twice that. That's why Shuen and Mikhail are making that face at , who is going down.
Mikhail shook his head and said to .
"You can't."
"..."
"I said you can't."
The Holy Sword is churning.
It was churning violently as if telling not to associate with the magic sword on the floor. If I were to call Tyrfing's trembling fear, I think I could call the Holy Sword's trembling anger.
I shook my head with a helpless expression.
"I'll just take a look."
"Still, you can't. We don't even know what that is, what if sothing goes wrong."
"Sothing will work out, won't it."
Shuen also looked at and shook her head.
"You can't go-yot. Commoner."
"I thought Shuen-ssi would let go... why do you say I can't?"
"Because... it's dangerous-yot. It's a magic sword. A magic sword that's incomparably powerful to the one the commoner has-yot."
"...Still, wouldn't it be better than it falling into the hands of other guys?"
"...That's true-yot. But it's still too dangerous."
I shook my head slightly and jumped down into the pit.
"I'll be back."
"Ricardo!!!"
"Commoner!!"
I gave a small smile.
"Because I'm a very greedy person."
With a famous sword in front of , who would refuse? Even Rowen wouldn't be able to resist this.
...Probably.
"...Hmm."
Having co down into the pit, I waved my hand at Mikhail and Shuen who were looking down from above. I waved my hand vigorously as if to say I was still okay and to reassure them.
Although Mikhail and Shuen were looking down at with eyes full of worry.
"If anything happens, tell right away-yot. Shuenjel, the hero of the Holy Sword, will go-yot."
"The Holy Sword... is mine."
"Be quiet-yot!"
'Pffft...'
Reassured by the two of them joking around, I let out a small laugh and looked around the magic sword.
"Now... let's see."
The place where the magic sword was dormant was smaller than I thought. If the place where the Holy Sword was dormant was a living room, the place where the magic sword was dormant was about the size of a bathroom.
The analogy is like that, but it was about the size of an academy classroom. The place where the Holy Sword was dormant was ridiculously large, so it felt relatively small.
"Hmmm... it's too shabby to be a place where a magic sword is sealed."
There was nothing in the room.
Only the magic sword stuck in the center of the room, and there were no display cases or decorations.
"Hmm..."
If there was anything peculiar.
"There's a lot written."
It was that there was a language that was difficult to read carved on the floor and walls. Like reading my own handwriting, I bent my waist and brushed away the dust piled on the floor at the ancient language I couldn't read. Because I can read so ancient languages.
"Magic sword..."
[Magic Sword Caliburn (Caliburn)]
-The light and darkness of the world.
-The one who challenges the trial must have the emotions of ugliness, sadness, fear, resentnt, regret, and anger.
-Only those full of misfortune are qualified to hold the sword, and if one with happiness holds the sword, they will be dyed in jet black.
-They will pay the price for mocking the darkness.
"...?"
I hesitated at the surprisingly difficult conditions. My life is nothing without happiness. Recently, my happiness has reached its peak as the young lady started to take her first steps, so I thought I, who was far from misfortune, was not qualified to hold the magic sword.
And besides.
'It's too difficult.'
I also wondered if there was anyone this unhappy in the world.
How can a person only be unhappy, sotis you're happy and sotis you cry. I let out a sigh and shook my head. Because I thought it was impossible for to take the magic sword.
At that mont.
-Wooooong.
Tyrfing began to cry.
Tyrfing, which started to cry as if it had found a point of resonance, danced wildly in its sheath and then began to fly into the air.
"...What."
The sword is abandoning its master.
"No..."
It's so absurd that I'm laughing.
Because the sight of a magic sword being drawn to another magic sword was quite funny. Feeling a strange sense of disappointnt at the sight of the sword I had cared for with love every night leaving its master, I just watched Tyrfing moving towards the magic sword nad 'Caliburn'.
"..."
-Wooooong.
The mont Tyrfing, which had left my waist, touched the blade of the magic sword.
"...?"
It disappeared with black smoke.
-Passseuk.
Having lost my sword in an instant, I shook my head and let out a sigh.
"It was a sword that suited well..."
Then what should I do.
I looked at the magic sword and my eyes turned red coldly. Because there was only one way to quell the anger of a swordsman who had lost his sword.
To be gifted a better sword.
"...I wasn't going to be greedy."
I took a deep breath and grabbed the magic sword. With the thought of letting go imdiately if anything seed strange.
I had insurance.
The solid insurance of Limit Break and the Hand of Rehabilitation.
I thought I could challenge it without any side effects if I used Limit Break if I felt my mind was being dominated, and conversely, the Hand of Rehabilitation if I felt my body was being dominated.
If worse ca to worse, I could just destroy the magic sword. I thought I would be disappointed in my own way if I gave up without trying.
-Gwaaaaak.
And so.
[Magic Sword 'Caliburn' has detected the challenger 'Ricardo'.]
"...Huh?"
[...The qualifications have been t.]
God was on my side.
[The trial of 'Caliburn' begins.]
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