It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It

10. Goodbye everyone!

“What, what?”

The atmosphere, which seemed to explode at any moment at my out of nowhere, cooled down. I spat out the words like a rapid-fire gun, almost rapping.

“I will surrender, so please save me! It’s okay to go to jail. But please save me, from that mad killer!”

“But the thing in your hand, no matter how you look at it…”

“Yes! It’s a magic sword! I got greedy and stole it! But I didn’t know you would rush to kill me like that! I will throw away this sword and surrender. Therefore······.”

I stopped talking and hurriedly threw myself. However, the demonic sword, which flew powerlessly, could not pierce anyone and rolled at the feet of the knight standing in the lead.

And then, the hero who grabbed me from behind swung his sword mercilessly again. Way to go, Jacob. It was a pleasure working with you.

Although Jacob has become a piece of meat cut in half, he believes that his heart is not different from mine.

“Who dare you swing your sword in front of!”

The knight who saw a civilian being helplessly killed right in front of him burst into a shout. In their eyes, things will look like this.

A petty thief who stole a demon sword because he was greedy for it. It’s a mistake, of course, but is it as big a mistake as destroying the city? The petty thief tried to turn himself in, and even died before he could finish his words.

On the other hand, the pursuer went on a rampage and ruthlessly destroyed the city, and even in front of themselves who ‘dared’ defend the city, they swung their swords without hesitation.

Even if they committed a crime, the punishment had to be handed down by the city’s powerful people. I’m not an unknown stranger!

“hehehe, don’t heat up. Leader. Wouldn’t it be better to hold on to it and ask slowly?”

“The advisor is right. I don’t mind digging up information from him, even after paying the price.”

So, it was natural for the three of them to oppose the hero.

“That black sword, and the thing hanging from that waist… I can’t believe it!”

The Bishop of the Moon, who has a line with the Great Temple, must have noticed something, but he had no choice but to participate in the fight by crying and eating mustard in front of the two men’s sad eyes.

First of all, the wizard started chanting. As his low hum spread across the city on the wind, ‘accidentally’ the wind began to blow in the hero’s direction at that moment.

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Still uncontrolled fires were eating up the city, raising black smoke. The black smoke rushed straight into the hero.

“Suck!”

For a moment, when the vision was blocked, the stigma of the moon on the bishop’s cheek shone brightly.

The stigma is a token that symbolizes the connection between humans and gods. Now that the gods were separated from the world, it was the only way for the gods to exercise their power.

As the bishop waved his hand as if he were a conductor, the holy power of the moon took the form of a frost spear. Showing off their terrifying power as if they could pierce even steel armor, they were shot straight at the hero.

“Pay the price-!”

Finally, with a little time difference, the knight led the heavy armor and started charging. The pointed tip of the silver spear resembled its owner and did not shake even an inch.

Acceptance continues as elaborately as a cog wheel. Even if an ogre invaded the city, a link so powerful that it would end the breath in an instant was aimed at the hero’s life.

[Puha.]

And then, I became a dot thrown on the floor and got away from everyone’s attention, and I laughed at it.

The hero hummed lightly and swung his sword. It looks like a child playing.

The next moment, a wind stronger than just a moment ago blew away all the smoke that was trying to block the hero, and the ice spear, which was sharp enough to pierce anything, gradually lost its power and melted as it got closer to the hero.

Finally, the tip of the sword that the hero swung carelessly met with the tip of the spear that the knight had fired. Zeng. A strange collision sounded and the two models stopped as if they had pressed a button.

And the next moment, the spearhead the knight was holding broke from the middle.

“Nonsense…”

With just that one exchange of numbers, the three of them would have realized that their opponent was a ridiculous monster. The Bishop of the Moon muttered blankly as if he was shocked beyond imagination.

“My attacks didn’t work at all. As if the power was denied… Then you!”

A phenomenon that exists when both serve the same god, but at the same time there is a vast gap in divine power between them. The divine power of the bishop’s ministry refuses to attack a higher being.

However, a bishop is not an easy name, and how many people are higher than him? Even more so, if the bishop is a face he doesn’t know at all, the identity is narrowed down to one.

“Dragon・・・・・Sucking!”

Perhaps the last bit of restraint the Bishop of the Moon stopped speaking and swallowed it again. After a clash, a strange atmosphere reigned between them.

I can’t leave the one who destroyed the city alone. However, they do not dare to attack the overwhelmingly strong. While they were unable to do this or that, the warrior opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry for harming the city. I only came to seal the demonic sword. That trash… Hmmm. We need to retrieve that sword before it does more damage.”

How dare a hero talk like that! Ah, you just said what the Holy Sword called you. It is clear that the warrior glared at his waist for a moment in the writing part.

“A demonic sword…?”

“Come to think of it, where did the sword Chi handed me go?”

Preoccupied with the fight, they seemed to realize that I had disappeared a little too late. Yeah, I’m not an idiot and I was watching it leisurely there, right?

I still laughed out loud inwardly as I looked at the distant scenery. My escape plan was successful.

My ability to erode and manipulate others is extremely powerful. Any normal person can become a host just by touching it, and it is possible to affect it from a distance.

And it’s less efficient than humans, but it’s possible to dominate animals.

“The sky.”

As expected, a warrior who is spiritually connected to me and more sensitive to demons than anyone else found me first. I’m sorry, but it’s already late.

When faced with a crisis on a city scale, the viscount sent telegrams to various places. I laid my hand on one of them, and ate the poor thing while they wasted their time fighting.

The trained pigeons of this world are much stronger than those of Earth. And, I am a light sword that even a specter with child-level strength can wield.

[I throw off all the shackles and shackles of this world and set out to find my own happiness!]

Of course, because animals have a different mental structure than humans, their efficiency is much worse. Feathers that lost their luster fell off with every flap of the wings.

Even though I didn’t squeeze out any special strength, the soul that was damaged in the process of erosion couldn’t stand it. Probably will die soon.

Still, I will hold out until I get out of this city.

[Be happy too!]

Hey, it’s a pity that I can’t see their expressions because I’m too far away now. Still, since the distance was wide enough, even the bravest who could fly and run would not be able to catch me.

I have figured out the directions of the surrounding cities to some extent from the memories of the hosts, hmm. Which way should I go? It was time for me to control the pigeon with pleasant thoughts.

– ······ Wow.

Something tickles my ear. Well, since I’m a sword, I don’t have ears, so it’s probably an illusion.

– ······Aw.

At first, the vague sensations gradually became clearer. No, wait. Really?

– Come back.

And a voice flowed through the strings that bound the master, the armor, and the hero with their souls.

It was simply expressed as a belonging item, but in reality, the contract between the owner and the arms is not that simple. A person who is not the owner cannot even handle a weapon with spirituality.

Using a spiritual string connecting each other, it is possible to have a close conversation that is incomparable to the mental waves emitted by me and the holy sword in everyday life.

The latter is a feature I often use. It was mainly whispered to drive the master’s mind into madness. It’s refreshing to see it reversed.

Anyway, the hero of this generation is really stupid.

– Shut up.

As I bury the warrior’s faint, meaningless whispers, my spiritual presence expands.

The warrior is strong. Its power is enough to shake the earth, tore apart the sky, and slaughter the demon king. However, all of its abilities are limited to the material world.

– Even the most lowly person has desires, but without their own will or hope,

Sorry, but the spiritual world is my domain.

– To the theme of God’s puppet shaking while being tied to the string of mission!

The time I have lived as a human is tens of years, and the years I have been forged as a demonic sword are hundreds of years.

My ‘contract’ always ended with one result. The master’s soul being swallowed by me. Of course, even I can’t swallow the hero’s soul that has been coated with all the powers of the gods.

If you can’t swallow it, you have to spit it out.

– You dare to force something on me,

The raw, raw emotion escapes. Hatred, loathing, annoyance, anger, ridicule. Emotions that would normally linger in a sealed heart and haunt me many times.

It slithers through the open hole and escapes. Naturally, at the end was the hero’s soul. All the negative emotions I spewed out at random seeped into the hero’s soul.

– It’s really the same.

I dye the hearts of others with my color. However, the original soul is something that cannot be mixed like water and oil. The muddy stream of swirling emotions produces only madness that cannot be resolved.

It is so dangerous to connect each other’s souls so closely. Of course, the warrior’s soul armed with all sorts of blessings was like an impregnable castle no country dared to touch.

However, the hero opened the impenetrable gate of the fortress by himself in order to ‘return’ and deliver that one word.

– This is the first time I’ll see a hero go mad.

It will be an unprecedented event in the history of this world. If the hero runs amok, who the hell can stop him? The world will plunge into chaos once more.

And that confusion is what I love most. Among those victims, there must be many idiots who want to gain strength at all costs.

And then, tearing the gap in that happy delusion.

– Come back.

A voice is heard.

This is nonsense. Even at this moment, I am pouring out my emotions towards the hero. Enough time must have passed for my soggy and messy desires as a demonic sword to stain the hero’s soul.

But, nonetheless. The warrior’s voice did not fall off and stuck to my ears. Come back. Those three syllables of nothing.

– Nonsense!

I run out of emotions. I deliberately left it uncontrolled. Embarrassment, fear, shock, astonishment, denial of reality. As if a great flood had occurred, a muddy stream of emotions poured out.

And, between the waterfalls of black emotions, the white stream-like stems of the soul flow backwards. Through the black heart that I pour out indiscriminately, the white heart reached me.

– Come back.

Now.

Am I pushed back?

I am a demonic sword who has lived for hundreds of years?

I am the one who corrupts and subdues the souls of famous adventurers, noble knights, wise wizards, and stout-hearted paladins.

To a little boy who couldn’t live until he turned 20…

That was the end of my thoughts. My senses were pulled from the spiritual world back into the material world. I was still flying through the sky, caught in the claws of the telegraph.

No. Don’t

However, even the vague will of negativity was soon buried by the waves of the soul that washed over me. In a daze, I heard a voice that filled me.

– Come back.

Yes, I have to go back. To my master.

The dying dove squeezes out the last of its strength and turns. In the last moments of its life, it flapped its wings to return to its nest.

However, in a yard where it is difficult for me to control my body, I am carrying a load. I staggered and wanted to gradually lower the altitude, but with the city where I lived in front of me.

Surely. The strength in the toenails loosened. The sword fell first, followed by the corpse of a pigeon whose heart stopped in the air.

“Yap.”

And, contrary to them, the girl with white hair who was standing on the wall jumped high. The eyes filled with the starry sky resembled the night this time and contained a black sword.

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The air in the atmosphere froze and became the girl’s stepping board, and the girl jumped on it once more and caught the sword falling from the air.

“Caught.”