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

30. Home of legend

[So, where are we going?]

After briefly stopping by the city to pick up the holy sword, we were walking through the woods again.

This goddamn other world is a forest wherever you go, unless it’s in an extremely extreme environment! Damn trees, damn vines, damn bugs!

Well, I’m glad I’m a sword now. However, seeing that even the human warrior is fine, I feel a bit embarrassed. Was the forest such a pleasant place?

[That’s right, warrior. I’m also curious.]

The Holy Sword, which had been pouting for a moment because the hero almost forgot to leave it, was surprisingly uninterested in both of us, so he pretended to be upset and asked a question.

[Wow, shameless.]

[Profit, noisy. You are too much!]

[No, the one who forgot you was the warrior, why are you doing this to me? I even told the hero to find you.]

[Anyway, you’re bad!]

I clicked my tongue as I watched the holy sword pointing an arrow at me, as if I couldn’t bear to curse at my master.

“We, home.”

[Huh? Oh, come to think of it, you must have a house too.]

A hero is not a hero from birth. He had come before to receive the Holy Sword and had only settled in a nearby city.

If you think about it, even a hero must have a family, siblings, and parents. Who are the parents who gave birth to such an extraordinary child? I’m a little curious.

“No.”

Oh, yes? My parents passed away, so I touched a sore spot. I’m not very sorry, but I’ll apologize out of politeness.

“Not like that, originally.”

No original? Oh, it doesn’t really mean that you were born without parents, so you’re an orphan. Hmm. For that kind of thing, it takes the dignity shown in actions or the innocence of ignorance of the world.

Certainly, when you think about it, you’re surprisingly not interested in the hero’s past. Heroes aren’t assigned at birth, they’re chosen after growing up to a certain extent.

[What are you talking about with the hero without me?]

[Analyajum.]

Even though it didn’t go through the mental wave, the quick-witted Holy Sword seemed to guess that some kind of conversation was going on between us.

After calming down the wacky holy sword, I talked about the story I had with the hero. Things like the hero’s parents, or questions about my past.

[Definitely······. It’s the first time I’ve met the hero in the Great War, so I didn’t know much about his previous activities.]

[They say it’s always a warrior’s companion. Disqualification, disqualification.]

[It could be the past that I don’t want to reveal, so I just didn’t ask.]

Hmm, it’s definitely a good attitude. Of course, I decided to ask the hero without hesitation, as I was considered atrocious in the dichotomy.

[I wonder! So what was your past like?]

“Mmm. I just lived in a big house. There are a lot of people, dogs, and raising them.”

I was an orphan, but it seems that I was raised by a good-hearted person. Well, in this world where orphans are mass produced, being a hero is one of the lucky cases.

It was a story that warmed my heart even to me, a demonic sword.

“Then, I killed the landlord, and I got the house.”

[What?]

[What?]

Give me back my warmth! Why did a healing parenting story suddenly become a suspense thriller! And the laws of this world are not that easy.

Looking at the bravery of the hero, it seems that he grew up in a decent house, but it wasn’t even a shack in the slums, and a murder case took place in such a house, and the soldiers and knights in the city couldn’t stand by.

If there is a blood relative, it makes sense to have a blood relative, and if there is no blood relative, it is returned to the city. Why does a hero suddenly have it? Even the perpetrator of the crime.

“I just gave it to you.”

However, the hero’s answer was completely incomprehensible. Ok It seems that the hero’s destructive vocabulary can’t explain the details of the situation, so I changed the subject.

[No, so why are you going to that house?]

Aside from the shocking house robbery incident, the hero has been doing well in inns in other regions so far. Why did he suddenly change his mind and go home?

“Because these days, the situation is uneasy.”

[Aha. You’re worried about the others in the house! Also, warrior. The mind is also multiplied…]

“No, discipline seems to be broken.”

The desperate shield of the holy sword was sunk by the hero’s continuous words. Instead of the silent holy sword, I made a desperate tackle.

[Why do you have discipline at home!]

And worrying about the people around you isn’t kind-hearted, it’s only natural! However, the warrior just tilted his head as if he was rather puzzled by my reaction.

“Originally, isn’t it?”

Even in a different world, people’s lives weren’t that different. So, that’s not the average of the other world, but the hero’s common sense is a big deviation somewhere.

[······Is it not the average of the other world, but the average of the heroes?]

[What a noise! Do not insult the warriors!]

[Yes, don’t you think that what you said is insulting the hero?]

Look at me. I glared at the Holy Sword and spoke to the hero again.

[Then, just hold on to that discipline or whatever?]

“Okay, that’s it.”

[Yah!]

Because I kept questioning about the activities of digging up the secret organization, the hero answered with a somewhat tired expression. The Holy Sword, who did not know the circumstances behind it, tilted his head and asked a question.

[What do you do right now?]

[Ah, come to think of it, you weren’t there when the hero was adventuring, right?]

I proudly boasted to the Holy Sword, who was puzzled, about the adventures I had with the hero. Of course, I didn’t forget to add a little, very little seasoning to the story.

[······So the hero single-handedly broke through countless armies of the dead and aimed his sword at the sorcerer who had reached the stage of reversal of life and death! With a single gesture from the warrior, the sky shakes, the ground roars, and a devastating tsunami rises, destroying the enemies…]

[Wow! It was truly a mythical battle befitting the hero’s prestige!]

“Poop.”

It’s nice to talk nonsense passionately, but it’s a little embarrassing to hear someone else beside you. The Holy Sword, who was genuinely admiring it, tilted his head.

Of course, the Holy Sword has no body, so it can be roughly understood that it expressed its will. Do I have to explain everything?

[Wait. Wasn’t it just a silver promotion request?]

[It was.]

[What was the alternative quest? No, more than that, no matter how far I don’t know, there’s no way I can’t feel it if it’s a manifestation of that much power…?]

The holy sword, speechless, soon realized that he had been tricked. As the holy sword released a glaring will, I eventually raised the white flag.

[Puhahahahaha! OK, sorry. Sorry.]

[I was a little worried about talking about such a powerful enemy!]

[Me?]

[Are you crazy? Of course you are a warrior!]

I giggled and briefly explained this nonsensical story. The request we undertook was to subjugate an orc village, and the shaman was an orc shaman.

[No, what is life and death reversal? What a fuss about just manipulating a corpse…]

[Tsk tsk, don’t you know the metaphor? Even if you say it like sh*t, you should have understood it perfectly.]

[I don’t know that, but it makes me want to beat you to rice cake.]

However, since we were swords without hands or flesh, the wish of the holy sword was unfortunately not fulfilled.

Even while we were talking like that, the hero ran without rest. The simple running speed is beyond words, but what is most overwhelming is its endurance and breakthrough power.

It can run for days without getting tired, and it advances in a straight line, smashing down all the obstacles in its path.

[Wait, are you on the right track?]

“Huh?”

[You never opened the map the entire time you ran.]

In a different world where there is no such thing as navigation, finding a way without a map and a compass was nothing short of absurd. However, the hero only nodded with a needlessly cool expression.

“I believe in you.”

[No, believe and sleep…]

“Can’t believe it?”

[hahahaha. I believe. Believe me.]

I just nodded my head like a meek lamb at the hero’s question, who shouted out the government and amicably silenced the rocks in front and the goblins ambush behind them.

Hmm, but finding the way is not so easy. I used to get lost and wander a few times when I was immature. Even a warrior should try it once.

So after driving all night, we arrived at a gorgeous city.

[What is it?]

[Hmph, it’s like a demonic sword. You don’t believe in the warrior who is protected by the three gods!]

No, what is it really? I can peek at the status window of the hero with the privilege of the belonging item, but when I checked again, the hero did not have the protection of pathfinding.

Even while I was in a panic, the hero walked confidently through the gate. As the morning dawned, the guards pointed their spears at the brave warrior who had passed the procession waiting at the gate.

“Stop! Whoever does not have permission…”

The hero quietly drew out the holy sword. Are you trying to slaughter all the soldiers and forcefully break through?

“Ah, you are a hero!”

“It is an honor to meet you. Warrior of Peace!”

······Hmm, my brain is too fat for carnage. At the time of the announcement ceremony, the hero obtained the right not to be bound by earthly affairs. And the holy sword is a symbol of a warrior that no one can deny.

Received the respectful eyes of the people around him, the warrior entered the city proudly. To the splendid free city of Robbins, which is incomparable to rural estates such as Hairr and Tefer.

“First, let’s go home.”

[Okay. It’s the place where the hero was born and raised, so I’m looking forward to it too, right?]

I also imagined the place where the hero lives. I don’t think he was an aristocrat with a title, was he a child raised by a wealthy commoner or a fallen aristocrat? Managed to count if not upscale.

As I guessed, the hero quickly passed through the slums and commoners’ quarters and entered a place where some wealthy people lived. In there, further in.

Soon the hero entered an area inhabited by what could surely be called the upper class of the city. The hero passed each magnificent mansion and stopped in front of an exceptionally huge house.

“I am here.”

As usual in other manors, there were people presumed to be soldiers standing guard there. The hero spoke to them in a rather friendly tone.

[Huh? Uh uh uh?]

“Welcome, Master!”

The hero had his bare face exposed. At first, those who stared blankly at her, but soon met her eyes shining with the light of countless stars, bowed her back as if starting a game.

The front door, which had been hidden behind them, was revealed in plain sight. The crest of an ice flower hanging over the main gate, so large and magnificent that one would believe it belonged to a nobleman, and a nameplate with letters engraved on it.

Beyond the ice.