NOVEL NEXT chapter 11
11. In the warrior’s palm
The white hazy mind gradually becomes clearer. Despite having a 360-degree field of view, I turned my head to and fro, as was my habit in my human days.
Umm, the current situation…
“Caught.”
[Ah.]
Just like the day he first took me out of Vigo, he was smiling brightly.
However, that smile was more terrifying to me than the smile of a god of death. Damn it, I was so excited that I thought I’d never see you again!
Now I was held in the hands of a hero. And that, rather, the humiliating defeat that I was rather overwhelmed and dragged to my feet in the realm of the soul, where I was most confident.
No matter how much I was, I couldn’t find a way out of this situation. Since it is outside the city, there are no hosts visible around it, and even if it tries to erode, there is no way the hero will stand by.
The best choice I can make here!
[Please save me.]
I hit the head straight at the hero.
[That, that shameless…!]
“Shh.”
The staggering Holy Sword was put to rest and the hero lifted me high. If the blade was my face, we would probably be at eye level with each other now.
The terrifyingly beautiful face of a warrior is looking at me. She smiled for a while, but she returned to her usual expressionless expression, unable to read her emotions.
“I watched a lot.”
My voice was slightly faster than usual. Um, you’re mad.
“At first, what hurt me, what pushed me away. Fighting with people, fooling around, being deceived. On such a subject, even incompetent.”
The hero slashed me as he retraced my terrible actions. Ugh, this kind of atmosphere is really burdensome.
I can’t pass it off as trivial jokes or sophistry as usual. Actually, I’m not really sorry, but my life is at stake.
“I saw everything.”
[Wait…!]
Her holy power crackled and bounced from the hand of the warrior who finished her words. As she approaches the brink of death, her head goes white. Excuse? Or should I try my best right now?
But before I could give the wrong answer, the hero put her hands on my handle. Soon, a dazzling flash exploded from the two intertwined hands.
“Now, don’t look at me.”
Without even time to scream, I instinctively exploded my power against the waves of divine power. But damn, maybe it was the aftereffects of being subdued by the hero, but the power wasn’t displayed properly.
A storm of divine power rages over me, defenseless.
[Br]
Foreboding the terrible pain, I started screaming and seeing it, then I let out a dumbfounded moan. Weird. It doesn’t hurt at all
The divine power that rushed at me with a menacing force, as if to tear me apart, changed its shape just before it touched the sword, turned into powder like a dandelion spore, and landed gently on the handle.
The powder formed a strange pattern and wrapped around my handle without pause. No, wait. This······.
[Seal?]
It was as the Holy Sword said. This is a seal It wasn’t a seal that imprisoned the whole of me, but a very ambiguous seal that limited its range to only my handle.
It’s surprising that he performed the sealing ceremony alone, which normally requires a group of bishops or archbishops or higher to try it, but I couldn’t figure out the intention, so my head was confused.
The hero opened his mouth, slowly sweeping the handle covered with a seal.
“This is a chastity belt.”
[What?]
“Now, if someone other than me grabs the sword.”
It was surprising that he knew the word Jeongjodae with the warrior’s vocabulary, but the content was also unusual.
The hero gently closed his hands in a cute way, then opened them wide with a gesture as if flowers were blooming.
“Boom.”
No, no. Isn’t that what i think?
[Looking at it, I can understand. It’s a purification sealing technique imitating divine punishment, isn’t it? It has weak binding power for a seal, but instead, it explodes when the seal is broken, blowing away both the sealed body and the seal releaser at the same time.]
However, the holy sword trampled on even my last hope, and explained my situation in disgusting detail. It wouldn’t be an illusion that that voice sounds savory.
“Right.”
[But you haven’t even been trained as a warrior in the temple yet, have you? But how…]
I couldn’t even hear the conversation going on around me. I’ve been in despair for the first time since I first died and woke up from the fist of the Solium Golem.
Sealing isn’t usually like this in an instant. Of course, as much care is put into it, the expiration date is also long.
The warrior’s protection is reaped someday, so unlike the case where you get old after holding out for decades, this kind of seal is maintained even after death, so basically it’s hundreds of years…!
It was unreasonable for me to endure that much time even if I had a strong spirit.
“Do you have anything to say?”
The warrior was looking down at me with a single smile. There didn’t seem to be any attempt to melt or punish me in that worldly bright smile, but instead I felt something else that made me uncomfortable.
A pathological obsession that has no reason and cannot be explained. The thing that once colored my heart with a white night was still holding me back at this moment.
[Sorry…]
I felt fear for the first time.
“And.”
Even if another person with a malicious orientation breaks the seal, the explosion of divine power will sweep me away. Now that I am weak, there is no way I can endure it.
In the end, there was only one person who could hold me until I regained my strength, and only one person who could release this seal without sequelae.
[I will never speak to you again.]
The warrior who hung on me, but now I have to hang myself on the hero.
The initiative in the relationship has been reversed.
“And?”
[Please use this pitiful sword…]
I hesitated for a moment, then closed my eyes and spat out.
[Hero. No, Master.]
The warrior smiled and grabbed my handle.
*
“…So, are you saying that all of this is a sacrifice that was ‘unavoidable’ to retrieve the demonic sword?”
[Yes, it is. The Viscount must have received the report, but the danger of the magic sword has already been proven, so the hero made the best choice with tears in his eyes to prevent more damage.]
It seemed that the work of the hero and I was roughly finished, but there were a lot of other things to be done.
Our chase started in the middle of the night and ended when the morning sun came up. As the darkness receded and the sun shone, the damage to the city became more apparent.
“Of course, the demonic sword’s ability to rob the body was certainly intimidating, but this damage was still…”
[It was a decision to prevent a bigger tragedy.]
Viscount Heir still had a disapproving expression, but he groaned and let out a heavy moan as if he could not refute the words of the holy sword that he ardently appealed to.
We are now in the office of Viscount Hairer. Usually, strongmen who riot in the city like this are usually arrested or executed right away.
Heroes are not common. Even if the three best armed forces of the city came forward, they were no match, so how could they capture the hero?
Moreover, it is not because her hero is the archenemy of the devil, not only her heavenly gods, but even the earthly kings protect her. Her political position is such that no nobleman dares to touch it.
In the end Viscount Heir had no choice but to accept the Holy Sword’s persuasion by crying and eating mustard.
“······Yes. I know very well that this is unavoidable. Then I won’t be charged with anything…”
[Yes? Is it a sin?]
Even while the Holy Sword was arguing, the hero was just sitting in a chair with a carefree face. Since he usually behaves like such a lazy cat, he wants to touch his nose hair.
However, having been greatly scolded by the hero, I decided to remain quiet for the time being.
[The brave man sealed the conspiracy by renovating himself before the demonic sword came into play. Have you ever imagined what would have happened if the demonic sword dominated the viscount? Rather, even receiving an award would not be enough!]
Anyway, when that guy with the Holy Sword gets mad at me, he’s astonishingly brazen. Watching the act of destroying a city turn into a heroic act in an instant, I clenched my tongue.
“No, in the remarks of the Great War, it is said that it was none other than the hero who took out the demonic sword.
[Uh, that’s…]
In the end, the Bishop of the Moon stepped out of the three strong men who were escorting him from the back of the viscount’s chair. The holy sword momentarily hesitated at the heavy fact bombardment.
[Eight! Our hero foretold that if he continued to leave the demonic sword in Vigo, it would become the seed of an even greater disaster, so he resorted to it!]
“Yo, did the hero have the ability to foresee?”
[Yes.]
No, that’s not it. He keeps making a lot of noise.
In this world, there is only one group, one family, that has been officially recognized as possessing the power of foresight, not fraudulently. No matter how omnipotent the warrior is, that is to escape the ark.
“Well, that certainly explains this un-heroic behavior.”
“Well, a hero has so many abilities, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he had foresight.”
But this works.
Since the anecdotes handed down to warriors are absurd, such as cutting down mountain peaks or splitting the sea, they seemed to understand no matter what nonsense they said, saying, “Ah, if they were warriors.”
It’s been over a hundred years since the last hero appeared. No, it is!
“According to what Aries said, you have seen the future where I am dominated by the demonic sword, right? In that case, I should rather thank you.”
Viscount Haire still had a grumpy expression, but still looked much better than before, and even extended his hand out to us with slight goodwill.
“Thank you for saving this city. Warrior.”
No one in this room, even the three strongmen who fought against the hero. He didn’t seem to think that the noble holy sword, the main character of many legends and myths and the most faithful helper of heroic stories, would lie.
The warrior smiled and shook hands with the viscount. I got a little sad when I saw that.