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

16. Crazy Psycho Parsoon

“So…”

[Yes, no need to worry. The severed wrists were put together right away, so there won’t be any aftereffects, probably.]

The party of silver grade adventurers finally got together. The Holy Sword comforted them with a soft voice, who were tired and afraid from wandering in the dark.

No, isn’t it because of the darkness? Anyway, unlike the friendly side, the relationship between me and the warrior was to die for. That’s why the holy sword said that it was reading those guys and they were left out!

However, unlike Seonggeom, who showed excellent crisis response skills, I could not escape because I was the victim.

“Another, someone else, in your hand.”

[·······.]

“How did you break the seal?”

At times like this, it’s best not to say anything. I exercised my right to remain silent, at least now that I was certain that the hero would not melt me down with a handful of molten iron.

My silence seemed to upset the warrior. The hero pressed me with his fingers like a child playing. Every time that happened, a ripple of divine power shook my body.

[Quaaagh! Sorry!]

Even though it may seem like an act of resentment, this action was just a process of reenergizing the weakened seal with no emotion involved… I want to believe that.

“Huh.”

But after the warrior had given me enough pain, he tied me around the waist without a word. The Holy Sword, which had been stuck on the floor while talking with other adventurers, returned to its original place.

No, but thinking about it makes me feel unfair. They say that I’m in someone else’s hand, but the warrior himself who says that doesn’t carry two swords at a time!

“So, my fault?”

Ha ha ha ha. No, it can’t be.

The hero returned with his usual languid expression and just spoke quietly, but I felt an indescribable pressure there and shut my mouth.

After I fell silent, the warrior who had been slowly sweeping me with a hand that did not contain divine power threw a question at me again.

“Jealous, are you?”

[Crazy?]

Ah, inadvertently.

Soon there were terrifying flashes and screams. For some reason, I felt like crying, and I gathered the flimsy sword body and slipped into the scabbard.

“I hate you.”

The warrior got up and got ready to go out again. Armed with numerous protections, her body and mind were vigorous and tireless even in this darkness.

But other people can’t be like that either. Among the adventurers who exchanged glances with each other, an absent-minded warrior who had been defeated in a battle of notice opened his mouth.

“Keuheum······. That, the hero over there?”

“Why?”

“As with our leader right now… Can we take a little more rest?”

As an aside, the leader, who was shocked by the warrior’s wrist being cut off and the connection being forcibly cut off, was lying in a daze while receiving the magician’s lap pillow. I’m honestly a little envious.

Damn it. I mean, I never had a girlfriend until I died! Of course, it was not without experience of contact with women. There were quite a few times when I thought about holding hands or hugging warmly.

Of course, if you consider arm wrestling with a female orc or just wrestling with a female wyvern as ‘contact with a woman’… FYI, I lost both.

“Mmm.”

I’m dying of sadness, really. Now it’s a sword, so I can’t do anything like that. Even when a pretty girl like a warrior grabs my bulge (her handle), I don’t feel anything.

“Umm…”

[Crazy!]

By the way, while I was lost in my thoughts, the hero was ignoring the adventurer’s words and putting me in and out of the scabbard. As I screamed, the hero widened his eyes.

Certainly, you wouldn’t just give a punishment like this, would you? As I gulped, the hero put me back in the sheath and looked at the adventurers.

“That’s right, what.”

At those words, the adventurers who were watching the hero sighed in relief and sat down.

Well, although the hero came as her porter in the first place, she didn’t really see her as her porter. Even now, the hero is just guarding her pile of luggage without thinking.

Other adventurers don’t have the courage to talk to the hero any more, so they’re taking out beef jerky from their pockets instead of delicious and fresh food that should be in their luggage.

[Hey, were you worried about me?]

[To talk nonsense again… It can’t be!]

Of course, I didn’t have the courage to talk to the hero either. So, I decided to harass with the most easy holy sword.

[Wow, you weren’t even worried? But even though we’ve known each other for decades, it’s like a sword without blood or tears!]

[There is no blood nor tears in a sword! Leave me alone!]

The holy sword is a native of another world, but after dealing with me for decades, he had just realized the earthly truth of being sick. When I started talking nonsense, the holy sword hated it.

However, since we are swords, we cannot run away, and of course we cannot block our ears. The Holy Sword blocked my mental waves, but I pierced through it with overwhelming power and drove my thoughts into the mind of the Holy Sword.

[How I raised you! This brother is about to break his heart!]

[aaah! I will really kill you!]

The holy sword let out a hysterical scream at my smirking mental wave. I chuckled.

[Oops, you need to control your mental waves well, right?]

[What?]

[The sound is all leaking.]

Me and the Holy Sword were targeting each other and exchanging mental waves one-on-one. If you’re a hero, you can hear it if you want to, but adventurers can’t hear it even after they wake up from the dead.

However, the scream that the Holy Sword had just emitted spread beyond her control. I saw the adventurers who were enjoying a leisurely break wake up in amazement.

“Ba, what was that voice?”

“That scream seems to be Seonggeom-sama’s voice…”

“There’s no way Aries-nim would make such a shrill noise, right? Apparently, there seems to be a monster here that imitates a human voice.”

The more the adventurers’ serious conversation continued, the more shy the holy sword became. In the first place, the image of the holy sword on the continent now feels like a noble and noble guide of warriors.

Even when the hero went wild in the city, the viscount didn’t doubt the bullsh*t of the Holy Sword and didn’t believe it like a stone. Beyond a simple holy relic, the status of a deity forged by the three gods was as great as that.

Well, the true nature of such a proud holy sword is a crazy psychopath that has nothing to do with its owner’s business.

[Should I manage images?]

[Keuuuk······.]

The holy sword let out a voice of resentment and suppressed his emotions. As I giggled and looked at it, the hero, who had been keeping his eyes closed despite all the mess, opened his eyes.

A little later, the leader, who was half-fainted, struggled to get up. By then, I could feel something approaching in the distance.

[No. Please refrain from trolls.]

[Yes? Why am I becoming that ugly monster?]

[I don’t mean that, it’s high and frustrating. The monster didn’t come because you shouted and heard that.]

By the way, leader guy, even though it’s very slightly, he can figure out the enemy faster than me. Is this the power of Crisis Sensing (B)?

I focused my senses on the direction the human radar, the hero, was looking. First slime, then ogre. What kind of enemy will appear this time?

Now there was no fear because the warrior was by our side. Soon, in anticipation and excitement, he appeared as an enemy spraying a dull glow. That’s right!

[It’s a slime ogre!]

The body was so huge that the shimmering of the soul could not completely cover its shape, and while it took the same shape as that of an ogre, all parts of its body wriggled like slime.

The amount of souls he had was also incomparable to the previous two. As I was aghast at this hideous hybrid, the hero came into action.

I didn’t even have to draw my weapon. The hero spurred on the ground as it was, jumped up, and hit the slime ogre’s face with his elbow.

[GErrr!]

Its speed is literally lightning fast. The hybrid, whose face was sunken, trembled all over, not knowing whether it was a scream or something. The hero kicked the half-shattered face and floated into the air.

Usually, I didn’t know because I only used weapons, but the warrior was also a master of martial arts. In that state, the hero, who had gracefully rotated like a cat, was thrust straight into the hybrid.

“·······Wow.”

An exclamation of who it belonged to was permeated with fear. The hybrid, which appeared with terrifying momentum, was shattered as if it had been hit by a grenade.

And, the hero standing in the middle of that turbid and rotten blood pool was still clean, without a single speck of dust, let alone flesh. Is there really such a thing as the protection of cleanliness?

Even without exerting force, the divine protection wrapped around the warrior’s body was driving out evil and unclean things every moment, and making the souls leaking out between the shattered bodies attain Buddhahood.

No, wait. Is it a waste to spend that much like that?

[Put me in the middle of the blood puddle!]

Perhaps he felt the urgency of my voice, the warrior granted my wish without saying anything. He felt bad about soaking himself in dirty, soggy blood, but it was bearable.

[Whoa, thrilling.]

I lazily repaired the blade damaged by the holy power while sucking in the souls that were not swept away by the protection of the chae hero. On a dull day, blue anticipation looms again.

Ugh, but that picky Seonggeom-nim seems to be disapproving of me for being like that.

[Carbal!]

As many say, dealing with souls is forbidden by the gods. However, now that God cannot project his influence on earth, the taboo no longer holds force.

[My ears will fall off. Aries. Don’t whine.]

The hero didn’t react much this time either. He condoned my actions.

[Aren’t you a warrior’s sword? Your master tolerated it, so why are you barking at the subject of tools?]

[But that’s a taboo given by God! A sin that dares not be forgiven…]

[Yes, it’s a bad taboo that even warriors can’t restrain. And I never asked you to forgive me.]

If goodness can sometimes be broken by some kind of compromise, it is not goodness but hypocrisy, and I do not intend to listen to hypocrite’s disgusting words.

[So shut up.]

The Holy Sword told me the other day. The warrior is close to the three gods, and because he is greatly influenced by the gods, he cannot break the taboos imposed by the gods.

But if you think about it a little, that statement is a contradiction. An existence that has been greatly influenced by the gods even more than the hero. Isn’t that the holy sword that God has been involved in since birth?

However, the holy sword only scolded with words or begged the hero for punishment, but he did not take action himself. Of course, I called the Holy Sword a solid piece of trash with only indestructible abilities.

[Why, or at least judge me directly.]

The distance between us at the waist of the same person is extremely close, and in this state, even if the holy sword emits only the divine power inherent in itself, it will be able to inflict a fatal blow on me.

But the holy sword did not punish me. Even knowing that standing by the sidelines of those who have violated taboos is the same as breaking taboos.

[·······.]

As it did hundreds of years ago, this time too, when an unanswerable question came up, the Holy Sword became silent and turned off the light of the divine power surrounding me. When her brilliance faded, she was as shabby as an ordinary sword.

I laughed out loud. Ha, that means that thing is a holy sword.

The warrior’s weapon sent down by the gods to save the world.