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Holy sword.

How could you forget that name?

Although five hundred years have passed and even my body has changed, the memories are still as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

Lucia.

no.

Kylie.

She was the owner of the holy sword.

Lucia lifted her trembling hand and brought it to her face.

‘What on earth are you talking about? ‘It’s a holy sword.’

Lucia was confused about the current situation. A sparkling sword in Siron’s hand. The Holy Sword was never supposed to be in a place like this.

A sword that suddenly gave a girl who was running around on the border without knowing anything the task of saving the world.

He hates and resents that name so much, and hates the sword that took everything from him.

The day after killing the devil, Kylie threw the holy sword into the devil’s volcano.

Therefore, no one knows the detailed shape of the Holy Sword. At least everyone other than her colleagues watched from afar.

Now that her colleagues’ whereabouts were unknown, she was the only one who knew more about the Holy Sword than anyone else.

“Lies.”

So I can say for sure.

“That is not a holy sword.”

Lucia glared at Siron with a look on her face that she did not understand.

“… … Why do you think that?”

However, Siron just glanced away from her.

His eyes and curiosity are focused solely on the Holy Sword. The holy sword, sparkling like the stars in the night sky, was so beautiful that it would capture the soul of a child.

Siron looks around at the holy sword with his eyes filled with melancholy and swings it around in the air.

And Siron lowered his holy sword towards the empty sarcophagus.

Contrary to what I expected, there was only the sound of the sword being swung in the air. There was no sound of something hitting something that should have been heard.

However, only the slight sensation remaining in Siron’s hand made its presence known passionately.

“Performance is better than I expected.”

Siron, who spoke meaningful words, kicked the rock that was several times heavier than his own body.

thud-

The impact caused half of the sarcophagus to fall off. The spot where it fell off showed a clean cross-section, as if it had been created that way in the first place. Siron stuck out his tongue in surprise at what he had done.

“A sword that cuts through a rock like melted butter. Even I, who swung it, was dumbfounded.”

“Really… amazing.”

“Right?”

Siron nodded and smiled at Bertha’s admiration.

“I am able to perform these tricks even though I do not know how to use the sword or martial arts, let alone magic. I don’t know if you can sense divine power, so I can’t confirm that, but among the swords I know, there aren’t many that show this level of cutting power.”

“No.”

Despite Siron’s lengthy explanation, Lucia denied his words.

“No!”

Lucia took long strides toward Siron, clenching his trembling hands tightly.

The golden eyes radiated fearsome power and revealed anger.

Grumbling.

Lucia’s molars screamed.

“The holy sword, that’s not how the holy sword was created.”

“Then what does it look like?”

Siron shrugged his shoulders as if Lucia was saying something he didn’t understand. It felt like the air around her was shaking due to her anger, but I tried to keep my composure and ask questions.

“That is. It is simply a sword with good cutting power. The length was too short, and neither the blade nor the handle… the holy sword did not have such a monotonous shape. Moreover, there is no sword sheath that always follows you around like a mate. The sword you are holding is simply a shiny sword.”

“You act as if you saw a real holy sword. You?”

“Ugh!”

Lucia sucked in a breath at Siron’s point.

Is this what you were trying to show?

Before I knew it, tears were welling up in my eyes, which had been feeling gloomy.

Lucia remembered the current situation again.

Rebirth.

Lucia was the reincarnation of Kylie, and she was the hero who engraved her name in history while shouldering the mission of a warrior 500 years ago.

Of course, no one knew the holy sword better than her. There was a time when she was none other than the owner of the Holy Sword.

“My, I!”

But now.

Lucia could not answer Siron’s question.

‘My name is Kylie the warrior.’

The words rose to the top of my throat and then went down. Lucia can’t say those words.

“My… I. My, my… go”

I couldn’t help but let go. There were too many things at stake in revealing her identity here.

Rather than the existence of a blackbird lying blankly in the background. I was more concerned about the presence of the little boy in front of me.

Poetry.

‘What on earth are you?’

The emotion that came out of my complicated mind was doubt. So Lucia decided to ask Siron.

Why do you know about this place?

How was it possible to get through that complicated labyrinth?

Can you say for certain that it is a holy sword?

Lucia asked Siron without exception.

As she poured out questions in an instant, her eyes were red as if she was about to shed tears at any moment.

“… … .”

On the contrary, Siron’s eyes are extremely cold and heavy. The boy’s black eyes are full of calm, far from any emotion of excitement.

“The starlight told me. That’s just it.”

Lucia felt a familiar past in the boy.

*

Holy sword

Among the numerous weapons of the reincarnated swordsman, this one was particularly unique and fell into the category of sacred weapons.

You can gain divine power just by wearing it, and that divine power causes additional damage to demon species.

I wonder if there is a more effective weapon than this in Dawn Castle, which is full of high-ranking demons.

However, the reason for going through the trouble to acquire the holy sword before an important event such as the succession ceremony is not to use it at Dawn Castle.

Even if all the maids of the Dawn Castle, including the one-horned holy keeper Yuma, are devil species. Because they acted as thorough helpers until Siron’s death.

‘At least as long as I live, I will never turn them into enemies.’

The main targets are the demonic apostles who have taken root throughout the world.

Siron stretched and enjoyed the proud feeling.

The burden on my heart disappeared, as if I had a strong support just by the presence of the holy sword.

Now that we have obtained valuable resources, there is no more need to visit the cave. Siron took the two outside.

Fortunately, the necklace that served as a backpack in the game still had space left after putting all the useful things in the cave.

Siron raised his arms to block the sunlight pouring down on his face.

Dawn was already breaking on the dark snowy mountain. The sunlight shining over the ridge seemed to melt the snowy mountain’s annual snow.

The three continued walking in silence through the frozen snow.

Although there were no signs, it was easy to find the way. The blood of the demonic beasts that Siron constantly defeated guided the path like a signpost.

“If… that is a real holy sword.”

Suddenly, Lucia, who had not said a word until she came out of the cave, opened her mouth.

“It would be better to throw it away now.”

“Why are you doing that again?”

Siron stopped walking and looked behind him. Lucia was there, looking downcast, with her eyes downcast.

“If you get the holy sword, you will be unhappy.”

Lucia slowly raised her head. His expression is full of concern, as if something is bothering him.

“The ancestors in the storybook did not receive any reward even though they saved the world. Even though you sacrificed everything you had, in the end you couldn’t enjoy the happiness you would have during your lifetime.”

“… … What did you mean?”

Siron drew his sword and approached Bertha.

“Berta. I’ll release you, so don’t do anything foolish and go to the castle first.”

“Yes? Suddenly?”

“Why don’t you like it? Or will I meet my family in such a miserable way?”

“Oh, no.”

After confirming her answer, Siron cut the rope that was tied quite tightly.

“If you go and say my name, you will be treated as a guest. Answer if you understand clearly.”

“… … I understand.”

Berta nodded slowly and ran along the trail.

Siron, who had been watching the scene for a while, confirmed that she had clearly disappeared and looked back.

“Lucia.”

The girl whose name was called slowly raised her head. Siron approached her leisurely.

“If only.”

And Siron held Lucia’s hand.

I couldn’t tell if she was scared of something or because she was cold, but her hands had been shaking slightly for a while.

“Let’s think about it. What if I threw away the holy sword here, or didn’t bring the holy sword there at all.”

“… … Then what happens?”

Siron confided to Lucia what he could not bear to say in front of Berta. Lucia was curious as to why Siron would open such a waters.

“The world is falling apart.”

“… … Did starlight tell you that too?”

“If that’s the case, what would you do?”

“You might be lying.”

“Then you thought so.”

Siron patted Lucia on the back.

Lucia narrowed her eyes and glared at Siron. But Siron pretended not to notice her gaze. Not yet… I was still scared every time she glared at me.

“You saw it too, right? How could a kid like me know such a complicated labyrinth? Also, did you get out safely? This can only be described as a miracle.”

“… … He said he was a kid.”

“and.”

Siron, who had been fiddling with Lucia’s hand for a while until the tremors subsided, shook off her hand and widened the distance.

“No matter how much you think about it, it has nothing to do with you! If you’re dissatisfied with the hard work you went through today, you can hit me!”

After saying those words, Siron ran away with all his might.

However, there is no way Lucia gets angry and follows Shiron. Inevitably, this childlike behavior led Lucia into a quagmire of accidents.

‘Chiron.’

Lucia stared at her hands.

Siron’s hand, which she had just felt in her hand, was so rough and hard that it could not be said to be the hand of a child.