episode_0026

“Indeed, there was determination.”

An existence wielding powerful magic, a demon sword that has lived for thousands of years.

It’s not so strange to think that the demon sword possesses determination.

Well, it might have some determination.

“Answer me. Why do you hate me?”

But no matter how much I thought about it, I really couldn’t understand the reason why she hated me.

As I looked at the demon sword staring at me, I felt a vague emotion.

“What did I do to deserve such hatred?”

No matter how much I thought about it, reasons for being hated by the demon sword didn’t come to mind.

No, I actually think I should be liked instead.

After all, a weapon like the demon sword can only prefer a strong wielder.

It might sound arrogant, but I believe that even I must be appealing to the demon sword…

“Die!!!”

Isn’t it strange?

The demon sword, after glaring at me, began its attack.

Black magic emanating from her hand, she shot it towards me in an attack.

“Do you think that will kill me?”

Well, of course, it didn’t work.

I easily dodged Sekripa’s attack and subdued her.

After toppling Sekripa, I pinned her down by breaking her neck and arms against the ground.

“Urgh…”

Helpless under my control, Sekripa glared at me with eyes full of anger and continued dislike, but she didn’t resist further.

She must have realized just now that she couldn’t defeat me alone.

“After all, the demon sword is just a weapon.”

Originally, Sekripa could fight on her own with her ego, but naturally, her essence was that of a weapon, the demon sword, and it wasn’t meant for fighting on her own.

It was a weapon meant to be wielded by someone else, and considering that true power comes when used by another, she wasn’t that strong.

“Answer me. Why do you hate me?”

I asked Sekripa once again.

What could be the real reason?

“I don’t intend to distance myself from you or anything like that.”

Most of the time, I wanted to resolve things through words.

The demon sword isn’t just any weapon you find in a local blacksmith shop, so what reason would there be not to get along?

“Can’t we talk a bit? I want to get along with you as much as possible.”

While subduing Sekripa, I tried to persuade her as affectionately as possible.

“…”

Upon hearing my words, Sekripa glanced at me for a moment and fell silent.

Then, as if indicating she would explain, she began to speak.

“…You did it.”

“Huh?”

Somewhat hesitantly and with a sense of embarrassment, Sekripa spoke.

What she said next was quite shocking.

“You kept injecting strange things into my body…!!!”

“Huh…?”

“How difficult do you think it was for me because of that?”

Sekripa started to express her anger towards me.

With a very angry expression, she questioned how I could do such a thing to her.

“Even when I resisted and tried to escape, you wouldn’t let me go.”

She clearly stated that she didn’t like it.

“And yet, you insist on injecting that into me to make my life difficult!!!!”

She began to denounce me as if I were not even a demon.

Sekripa’s expression as she cursed me was filled with anger and shame.

“…?”

However, unlike Sekripa, my expression remained purely bewildered.

What did I inject into the demon sword?

“What are you talking about?”

There may not be a third party, but if there were, these were definitely statements that could be misunderstood.

I’m sure I never did anything strange like that.

“What did I inject?”

While I do appreciate high-performance equipment like the demon sword, I’m not crazy enough to go that far.

As I looked at the demon sword speaking as if I had violated her, I couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

“Do you have a mental illness?”

I was absolutely clear.

As I made a facial expression that I didn’t understand at all, Magma began to give me additional explanations.

“… The power of a hero…”

“Hmm?”

“You injected something like holy power coming from your body!!!”

What Magma said seemed to be the power of a hero.

“So that’s what it was.”

Now I was starting to understand the situation a bit.

I caught on to why Magma disliked me.

“It seems you had an aversion to the remaining power of the hero.”

In fact, I took medicine from the Demon King and became a demon, but it was unreasonable to consider myself completely a demon.

If an ordinary person drank that potion, they would have turned into a demon right away, but my body was not that of an ordinary person; it was a hero’s body.

The original power of the hero does not disappear no matter how much demon potion is consumed.

So now my magic power is a mix of demon magic and hero power.

It seems that hero power is very similar to holy power, so when I infused magic power into Secreepa, she felt resistance.

She was a magic eater who consumed pure magic.

“Is this being resolved in a Yagem-like way?”

But is it necessary to react like this…

Well, I did something again.

It was a moment when I truly realized that this game world was based on Yagem.

“Secreepa, it must have been difficult for you to accept hero power similar to holy power.”

Anyway, solving this problem now is more important.

I listened to Secreepa’s story and empathized with her.

Originally, she was a magic sword that only the owners of magic could possess, and since the owners of magic wouldn’t have hero power, she probably had never encountered hero power before.

It’s understandable that accepting hero magic for the first time wouldn’t have been pleasant.

“But, I can’t just give up on you.”

Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford to give up, either.

Removing hero power from my body or anything like that was impossible, and I had no intention of doing so even if it were possible.

How could I give up such a powerful morale boost? I absolutely couldn’t.

And could I really give up Secreepa, an excellent performance magic sword?

Of course, that was also impossible.

I urgently needed Secreepa as a weapon right now.

“Do you mean to inject hero power into me without any plan? You jerk!!!”

Upon hearing my honest words, Secreepa breathed out in anger.

I may have put it nicely, but ultimately it might have sounded like there was no way out.

It was natural for Secreepa to be angry.

However, that was her misconception. I did have a plan.

“No, there is a way. I’m going to start implementing that method now.”

“…? What method is it?”

A solution came to mind.

I took the bewildered Secreepa with me and climbed onto the bed.

“…?”

Confused, Secreepa looked at me as I climbed onto the bed.

“What method is this? Tell me.”

“The method is for you to get used to it.”

“What? What do you mean by getting used to it?”

“Exactly that, getting used to accepting the power of a hero.”

I looked straight into Secreepa’s eyes and said.

Since she was originally made of magic, accepting hero power wouldn’t kill her.

Maybe it would be unfamiliar, but it wasn’t harmful.

So the method I thought of was training.

From now on, until Secreepa properly accepts the power of the hero.

I thought it wouldn’t be resolved until her resistance completely disappeared.

“What the…!?”

Sekripa burst into anger, saying it was nonsense.

Although she showed no trust in my training…

“Hiiik!!!???”

Can I believe it once? I’ve played all the games, so I can’t have wrong information, right?

The training had already begun.

I began to infuse the power of the hero into Sekripa’s stomach with my hand on it.

Suddenly, due to the hero’s power that came in, Sekripa, who screamed, also seemed quite resistant.

After one minute of infusion, I removed my hand from Sekripa.

“How about it? Can you endure?”

“This… this kid… won’t leave me alone…!!!”

She didn’t seem too okay.

Sekripa, who was tearing up, seemed like she would bite and kill me right away.

“It’s okay once you get used to it.”

Sekripa reached out to attack me, but of course, her attacks didn’t reach me.

After easily dodging Sekripa’s attack, I placed my hand on her stomach again and started infusing the hero’s power.

“Hiiiiik!!!!!???”

I began to infuse more hero’s power into Sekripa for a longer time than before.

Sekripa showed a stronger reaction than before.

“Ugh… ugh… I… I’ll kill you…! Stop it.”

“No. It’s not bad.”

During a brief break, Sekripa, with a face full of anger, tried to attack me again.

As expected, her attack did not work.

“I’m still energetic, so it should be fine if I make it stronger, right?”

I continued to infuse the hero’s power into Sekripa.

When I repeated it about 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 times.

“S… stop… I was wrong. Please… stop.”

Sekripa asked for forgiveness, admitting her mistake.

“If someone sees this, they might think I’m trying to kill you.”

I don’t understand why she’s making me look like a bad person.

It’s not torture, just training…

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I have no intention of harming you. Let’s do this all night since we’ve come this far.”

Moreover, since we’ve trained this far, we can’t stop here.

I had no intention of dragging out something that could be done by just working hard tonight.

“All… all night?”

Sekripa trembled at my words.

Her eyes looking at me were filled with fear and dread.

She sent deer-like pupils that seemed to beg me not to do it, but I had no choice.

“Aaaah!!!!”

I started infusing the hero’s power into Sekripa once again.

Tonight, I intended to make her truly accustomed to the hero’s power.

# # #

While Ronan was diligently infusing the hero’s power into Sekripa,

There was someone outside the door witnessing this scene.

“W… what on earth are you doing?”

Retona, one of the Four Kings who had come to meet Ronan, blushed as she heard the noises outside the door.