Chapter 95: Demon Sword Meeting (2)

“Doctor, did I hear that right?”

In nearly five hundred years of life—a span not short even compared to long-lived species—I’d never encountered such an absurd situation.

“Yes, you heard correctly. The Demon Sword Society… or rather, we should call it the Sword Demon Society now. The organization itself has been taken over by the demon swords.”

“Huh…”

Inexperienced swordsmen having their consciousness stolen by demon swords was so common it was foolish to even try counting the occurrences.

But who could have imagined an organization with centuries of history would be stolen wholesale by demon swords in such a ridiculous turn of events?

The Demon Sword Society was founded long ago when demon swords were still considered evil objects and their possession was prohibited. Swordsmen who opposed this ban gathered to form the group.

At first, it was simply an organization to protect their demon swords. But as is often the case with places where demons gather, over time the original purpose was forgotten and the organization became corrupt.

From a group protecting demon swords, it became an organization where swordsmen willing to sell their souls to demons for power gathered. That was the Demon Sword Society.

“So why did this happen?”

“If we’re discussing the cause, it would be the development of a dark art by Agaia, an executive of the Demon Sword Society, that grants human bodies to demon swords.”

That dark art, which used a swordsman’s body as a sacrifice to give a new body to a demon sword, allowed even demon swords incapable of humanization to transform into humans.

Agaia, one of the two demon swords that appeared in the original work, used that dark art to seize the organization and now had the Demon Sword Society in her grasp.

“And… though I don’t know why she developed such an ideology, she’s now proclaiming she’ll liberate all demon swords and has even changed the organization’s name to the Sword Demon Society.”

“She’s not a child, just switched the words around…. And now they’ve heard rumors about the Baldo House and gone to liberate the demon sword Wolffang, is that it?”

“That seems to be the case. In any event, I’d say things have progressed in a favorable direction for us. If that’s the Sword Demon Society’s policy, they’ll persistently target the Baldo House….”

“I suppose so. Then the captain must be pleased? Though unexpected, things have turned out well for us.”

To my casual question, she made a slightly sour expression and said:

“No, it seemed that person wasn’t in a very good mood.”

“Huh? Why?”

“They said it reminded them of a certain group they’d seen before coming here, that is, when they were on Earth….”

“…What kind of group?”

Are there demon worshipping organizations on Earth too?

“sword pervert?”

Hearing a word very similar to what I’d heard before my possession, I frowned involuntarily.

Facing the unidentified attacker and pushing Hori behind me, I whispered to her, who still didn’t grasp the situation:

“Stay behind me, no more than 1m away. Don’t let your guard down, there might be others besides this guy….”

“Y-yes!”

If I were alone, I’d have immediately broken the bastard’s limbs and captured him, but with the possibility of other collaborators, I couldn’t move carelessly.

Judging by the lack of mana in the earlier attack, he didn’t seem to be a wizard, but then was that attack from some kind of magic tool?

Conscious of Hori behind me, I placed my hand on Shadowstrike’s hilt and asked the man whose entire body was wrapped in thick cloth:

“Hey, you got business with me or something?”

“Shut up, you filthy sword pervert! My business isn’t with you, but with that poor enslaved soul there!”

As he said this, the man pointed at my lower body.

Poor enslaved soul? He couldn’t be talking about my sperm, so was he referring to Wolffang?

“Wolffang, do you know this guy by any chance?”

[“…I’m not telling someone who tries to use a handicapped sword over me.”]

“Haa….”

With no time to scold Wolffang, I had no choice but to remove my hand from Shadowstrike and place it on Wolffang’s hilt.

Wolffang then panted like a dog and said in a satisfied voice:

[“I don’t know a guy like that! I only know people my master knows since I’m always with my master!”]

I couldn’t help but sigh at the useless response to my question, which I’d asked without much expectation.

Turning my gaze from Wolffang back to the attacker in front of me, I asked him:

“Then who the hell are you? Give me a proper answer instead of that nonsense about liberating demon swords….”

“Master…?! Maaaaaster?!”

Ignoring my question and fixating on the word ‘master’ for some reason, he trembled with rage and shouted at me:

“Making a demon sword call you master! You disgusting sword pervert bastard!”

“It’s like talking to a wall…. This is the third time I’m asking, who the fuck are you? I could just capture you first and break your limbs one by one while asking, but that’d be troublesome for both of us.”

When I asked a bit irritably, he also seemed to get impatient and threw off the cloth covering his body, shouting:

“We are the Sword Demon Society! We are liberators who free all demon swords from exploitation by filthy swordsmen!”

“…That makes even less sense….”

As he threw off the thick cloth covering his body, a strange physique was revealed—overall thin and wiry, but with patches of lean muscle here and there.

A blue-glowing dagger was deeply embedded in the man’s chest, almost touching his heart. Seeing him move in that state, it was clearly no ordinary dagger.

“First, I’ll tear that filthy mouth to shreds for forcing a demon sword to call you master!”

“You really don’t listen…. So am I Wolffang’s master, or is Wolffang my master?”

To begin with, I didn’t order Wolffang to call me master; Wolffang acknowledged me as her master and voluntarily called me that.

Judging by the dagger in his chest, he seemed to use a demon sword too, but how could someone who uses a demon sword not understand this?

From the start, the idea of liberating demon swords was nonsense, since they couldn’t do anything on their own unless they could transform into humans like Wolffang.

It would have been better to honestly say he came to steal the demon sword, but talking about liberation from the start was just ridiculous.

“You seem to use a demon sword like me, so if I’m a filthy bastard, aren’t you the same kind of bastard?”

“Do I look like a human to you?”

“Of course you look human, did you think you’d look like a dog just because you’re talking shit?”

Though I said that, judging by the demon sword embedded in his chest and his behavior so far, he didn’t seem to be an ordinary human.

‘Is he being controlled by a demon sword?’

No, even for that, this strange presence that seemed human yet not human couldn’t be explained.

“Enough stalling, just tell me already…. What the hell are you?”

“I told you, didn’t I? We are true demon swords who have come to liberate that poor soul trapped in your grasp!”

“True demon swords?”

“That’s right! We who have been liberated from humans by comrade Agaia’s power….”

At this point, probably thinking he could definitely kill me, he started blabbering about facts that should have been kept secret.

That they were demon swords who had fused with humans to gain freedom and even greater power.

That because of this, even demon swords incapable of humanization could take human form like this.

He went on and on, saying this wasn’t the end and that there was an enormous organization behind him, looking like he’d reveal his bank account password if left unchecked.

Sending such an incompetent assassin… are there only rocks for brains in the Sword Demon Society?

For a moment I had such thoughts, but after he finished speaking, seeing his leering face, I realized why he had talked so much.

“Wolffang! Don’t you want to gain true freedom from humans and become like us?!”

The reason he blabbered on like that was all to persuade Wolffang at my waist.

He probably revealed details about the organization that should have been kept secret to say that he wasn’t alone and that after gaining freedom, they could provide plenty of support.

It seemed his plan was to persuade Wolffang to betray me and then attack together.

“You are a chosen demon sword! You’re not meant to be trapped in a corset called a scabbard, robbed of your freedom!”

“What foolish words… All swords should modestly remain in their scabbards, if only for the sake of drawing….”

“Shut up, you sword pervert bastard! Come, Wolffang! Surely you don’t want to stay with this psychopath! Join hands with us and gain freedom together!”

While I was frowning at his statement about throwing away the scabbard, he extended his skinny hand towards Wolffang.

[“……”]

Seeing Wolffang’s silence, he thought things were going as he planned and his mouth corners started to rise, but only for a moment….

[“Pfft…!”]

The next moment, hearing an obvious sneer, his expression began to sour.

[“Master, it seems the dog wasn’t me but that guy! He barks even better than I do!”]

“W-what did you say?!”

[“You heard me! I’m not entirely satisfied with this situation, but I’m content enough! Even if I weren’t, I have no intention of joining an obsolete demon sword who couldn’t even meet a proper master! You obsolete demon sword!”]

“Obsolete demon sword?! Y-you! You sword incel!”

Wailing so pitifully it could be felt, he shot daggers towards the front just like when we first met.

Since Hori was behind me, I didn’t dodge but parried all the incoming daggers, then said to the attacker who was sweating while I drew Wolffang:

“…You should have done this from the start. I’ll break all your limbs first, then make you spill where your base is. You dagger bastard only fit for small hands”