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

6. The Generous Goblin

Although he couldn’t make it to the temple, the hero took his first steps as an adventurer. This, too, can be said to be its own standard.

And, the first monumental request of the hero who became an adventurer was…

[Clean up the goblins!]

[Surprised, why are you suddenly screaming?]

We were walking leisurely down a mountain path out of the city.

Horse? Carriage? There is no need for that. A hero can run faster and longer than most famous horses, and since we are swordsmen, we were in a position to be carried around by a hero in the first place.

[But that’s true, the hero’s first opponent is only a goblin.]

The holy sword grumbled in an unmaturely way, but now I was in a very good mood, so I decided to be lenient.

[Can’t help it? That’s the guild rule. In the first place, just entrusting such a group request to a rookie who had no record of anything made it possible for convenience.]

Even rubbish mobs like goblins are threatening enough when dozens of them gather. Originally, at least 5 or more skilled adventurers of the same level would have been selected and entrusted with the job.

An adventurer’s guild is an organization that makes a living by mediating requests. The adventurer’s failure is also the guild’s failure. That’s why, just entrusting a group request to an individual guild showed enough trust.

[······No, why do you know so well?]

[That’s because I was an adventurer too.]

[What?!]

No, why are you so surprised to make people feel embarrassed?

[Of course, in my lifetime, I thought it was a defeated demon king or a shaman who failed to become a lich!]

[What do you see people as?]

Even after all, he was a kind modern man who couldn’t even twist a chicken’s neck until he was transferred to another world. A lot of things happened before I became calm in the face of death, but well, I’ll talk about that later.

“Wait.”

The warrior who had been walking silently all this time stopped walking.

[What’s happening?]

“Ahead, presence.”

Speaking quietly, the hero quietly raised his hand over the handle of his sword. In the next moment, the world turned upside down as the hero hit the ground.

The distance of tens of meters is reduced to a single point, as if it had jumped over space. At the end of the run, there were four goblins with eyes wide open as if surprised.

Running in a natural motion, as if he had intended to do so from the beginning, the hero drew his sword. The tip of his sword, which captures that overwhelming speed, draws a long arc.

“Goreuk?”

[Wait! Don’t kill me!]

As if cutting through the air, the sword strike that slashed the three goblins without any resistance was twisted at the last moment. The goblin, the only one who survived, sat on her buttocks.

“Why?”

I obeyed my words, but the hero threw a question as if he was puzzled. At her foolish behavior, I tut tsk tsk her tongue and said.

[How wide is the forest, so you go after each one?]

[Survey rumors around you or follow traces… So, do you have any method?]

[You can ask the person who knows the location.]

With that, I pointed at the goblin with my chin- Oh, I can’t see it because I’m a sword now. The fortress was often forgotten because it had been neglected for decades.

[Do you know how to speak goblins? You said you were an adventurer, so maybe in your previous life…]

[Stop making unpleasant assumptions. Isn’t goblin language a basic skill for adventurers?]

Goblins are terrifying only when they are beginners, and once they have developed their skills to a certain extent, goblins use the Giving Tree as their strategy. Materials, weapons, food, information…

Of course, compared to human products, the quality is poor, but it can be procured locally, and above all, it has the great advantage of being free.

[Anyway, would you like to wake him up?]

By the way, the goblin who will be the tree that has been generously this time must have been greatly shocked to see the death of his friend, and passed out with his head buried in a pool of his blood. Oops, be pitiful.

But the circumstances of the goblins are none of my business. The hero listened obediently this time as well and raised his fisted hand towards the goblin.

[Wait! If you hit it with your own strength, you will die!]

“I am good at controlling my strength.”

I think he tried to wake him up by touching him, but unfortunately, that plan was turned down because I wanted to talk to a live goblin, not a goblin flesh.

The hero slightly pursed his lips, shook his hands, and this time began to recite his spell. As the low humming spread through the forest, I could feel the murmur of the spirits.

Magic is a power that is subject to the laws of nature. It is impossible to suddenly create fire or ice out of thin air like faith. Anything that is possible is within the realm of reality.

That’s why the measure of one’s magic skills was how sophisticated he was in handling what he wanted. In that sense, the hero was also a fairly sophisticated wizard.

“Yap.”

As the chant ended with a fainting spirit, the water droplets that had pooled on the leaves ‘accidentally’ ‘accidentally’ entered the goblin’s nostrils.

And ‘accidentally’, the goblin opened its eyes when the appropriate stimulus was applied.

“Go······Ruk?”

[Good work. From now on, leave it to me.]

At first, the goblin blinked slowly as if he couldn’t understand the situation. Then he looked around and grew pale.

Are you glad you didn’t faint again? Unfortunate for that guy. The goblin stood up and glared at us, but there was not a hint of hostility in its gestures.

[Gorreuk. Goreuk. Gottruck.]

[Pop.]

Damn it. I know it sounds like goblin snoring. I glared at the holy sword and continued my conversation with the goblin.

“Gorreuk, Gorr? Gogor?”

[Goreukkareuk! Tgogoreuk. Gokak.]

“Loktar······. Ugor.”

As the conversation between us continued, the Holy Sword threw a question to see if it was boring.

[What are you talking about?]

[Uh·······. I moderately ‘persuaded’ this friend. Anyway, we’ll find your village sooner or later, and it’s certain that your tribe will perish anyway, but if you cooperate with us, your friends will be let go without suffering?]

[Wow… It’s really absurd garbage.]

At the very least, I don’t want to hear that from the Holy Sword, who asks the hero to conquer the underworld. While we were talking, the goblin jumped to its feet.

He rummaged through the corpses of his friends and pulled something out of the arms of a goblin with feathers on his head. It was a primitive form of tobacco wrapped in leaves.

[A. How merciful i am At least give that friend time to organize his mind, right?]

Well, as you can see from the fact that they do that even in the face of death, most goblins were serious drug addicts. This was one of the reasons why goblins were hated by many races.

“Kofu…”

As the goblin groaned as he grabbed a bloody, hard-to-ignite cigarette, the hero lightly flicked his hand. Soon, at the end of it, he was dismissed and the fire burned.

Following his sigh, smoke as thick as soot and blue as mold rises from his mouth and nose. The goblin inhaled the fumes like a man about to drown for air.

Well, the fun ends here.

[Did I give you enough time? Now I want you to tell me where your friends are.]

Hearing my words in the goblin language, he nodded his head slowly, even while intoxicated. Soon it said something in a muffled voice.

[Okay, that’s it.]

And when my signature fell, the hero swung the holy sword. The goblin’s head fell into a puddle of blood, spewing a cloud of blue smoke that it couldn’t suck up.

[Okay. I found the location. Then you just have to go and deal with it…]

[Why are you slurring ominously?]

[I’ll let you know, so there’s a condition, hero. Use me this time.]

I didn’t show that people’s hearts were cunning, but I was in a state of frustration right now.

There are blood droplets flying everywhere, both human and monster, but I haven’t harvested any of them! After decades of abstinence, I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Of course, if the hero had behaved as high-handedly as he did in the beginning, he wouldn’t have behaved like this, but the hero now was bizarrely obedient. Rather, to the point where it feels more like a tool than me.

[Of course, as long as I don’t get hurt. Don’t use faith, delicately and gently as if handling a glass sword.]

It was an absurd request, but with the hero’s martial arts skills, it wouldn’t be impossible. The Holy Sword, hearing my words, became furious.

[Because this human wants to see, really! Such a ridiculous request just because the hero is a little prettier…]

“Okay.”

And the hero nodded in agreement.

Soon after the hero came out of the remark, he pulled me out instead of the holy sword for the first time. Just the light touch of his handle and hand touches it, and I feel a sharp pain.

Our strength is mutually exclusive. But is it still because they are tied to their souls through a sense of ownership? It was much more tolerable than before.

Of course, this was also because the hero was deliberately suppressing the power of faith. Now holding a magic sword, the hero’s ability is reduced to less than half. Faith is such a mighty and unreasonable force.

Of course, I couldn’t use my abilities as a demonic sword properly either. If I draw out the power of the demonic sword, the faith suppressed by the hero will be stimulated, and eventually the two powers will collide.

Of course, as a result of that collision, the hero will be fine and I will be crushed. They are master and servant who are the best for each other, as if they have chosen the most mismatched couple.

But what can I do? He said he chose it because of the threat to his life, but now he is my master.

[Let’s go!]

Five hundred steps in the direction of the rising sun. Three hundred steps in the direction from which the winter wind blows. Following the goblin’s words, I guided the hero to the village.

Although it’s a pity that the opponent is a trivial goblin, it’s still a killing in decades. His whole body heats up with anticipation, and an uncontrollable smile is drawn on his lips. Although there is no body.

The warrior moved like a gale, as if he understood my excitement. A good enough wait. And finally we arrived at what is supposed to be a goblin colony.

“Krwwwa-!”