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Episode 43. To have real sex, you have to get rid of the beast, right?

Happy’s sword became sharper each day.

Happy became skilled at wielding a sword at a rate that far exceeded my expectations.

After using the potion to restore his severed foot, Happy’s growth rate was literally the fastest. He was creating his own sword techniques at an unprecedented rate.

“… Does that make sense?”

“No way.”

Normally.

Creating a sword technique is not an easy task. Without the help of the system, it would have been difficult to even evolve the black sword to suit Deus.

It is difficult to make swordsmanship progress in a better direction.

There is no way it would be easy to create something completely new.

“Besides, Happy doesn’t have hands. Is that possible with claws?”

“For Happy, those feet are like hands.”

Still, I have to admit that it’s fast.

As soon as I left the kennel, Happy started using his sword at the scarecrow. A swordsmanship performed using one’s feet because one cannot use one’s hands like a human.

It was not a humanly possible movement.

A swordsmanship made possible by the special characteristics of wings and Happy’s unique grip strength.

We are witnessing the birth of such swordsmanship.

It was a different experience from creating a new sword. Yes, seeing the creation of a sword feels like watching the birth of a baby, but seeing the sword being born feels like a child taking steps.

The feeling was new.

“… But there are no signs of faith blooming?”

At the bitch’s words, I looked at Happy, who was practicing sword fighting against the scarecrow in the kennel.

“Happy’s feathers, which embrace faith based on the information written in the book, do not change overnight, but turn pure white over a few days. The monster’s body changes due to divine power.”

Happy has become stronger.

Through training, I was able to understand efficient movement rather than relying on my basic physical skills, and my magic control was far beyond the level of a monster by creating sword energy.

However, Happy did not have faith.

He was still just using his sword, with green feathers fluttering about.

“If he grows like this, Happy will definitely become a good summon… I don’t think I’ll ever evolve into a white-winged Happy like you want me to.”

What the bitch said made sense.

If Happy continues to train like this, it will eventually end there. They become no different from the idiots at the academy who are just overflowing with talent.

“It is the duty of a teacher and master to prevent that.”

While saying that, he took out the elixir he received as a quest reward.

Category: Elixir

Grade: B

Characteristics: It contains pure divine power without any divine qualities.

-Item description

It is simply a wine imbued with divine power created by someone’s earnest wish.

The divine power was amplified by the efficacy of wine, which was closely related to faith.

Even if the wine imbued with divine power seeps into the sword, it will completely evaporate and the sacred power of the ‘sword’ can be used temporarily.

When you consume wine, you can acquire the divine power of the object you worship.

When I first got the elixir, I thought it was a doping item.

That’s because once you gain divine power, you can’t use magical power.

To be precise, it becomes impossible to manifest a phenomenon through magical power. It is possible to strengthen the body by rotating magical energy internally, but it is impossible to extract sword energy or use magic.

So I was thinking of it as a disposable doping item.

“If you do this, the story will be different.”

I looked at Happy in the aviary and pulled out Deus.

And as I entered the aviary, Happy’s gaze, which was practicing swordsmanship, turned towards me.

A sword full of murderous intent that has not softened even after several days is pointed at me. Happy’s swordsmanship unfolds in simple movements consumed by emotion.

It seems to have been refined to some extent now.

The framework for swordsmanship was clearly established. It would be fun to watch it grow as is, but… I feel so bad.

“If Happy, who was flying around in the dungeon and not my summon, was like this, I could have just kidnapped him and made him pass as a human with swordsmanship.”

He takes out the elixir he had packed with a sad expression.

Bong-!!

Along with the cheerful sound, the faint scent of wine quickly spread throughout the kennel.

Happy’s face changed strangely at the scent of wine, which was stronger than I expected. As an elixir, unlike ordinary wine, the strangely addictive scent made me dizzy for a moment.

I gathered my wits and sprinkled the wine on Deus.

Light flows from Deus, who has absorbed the wine.

And I understood why divine power is called divine power. Just looking at the light on a different level made me feel like faith was blooming in my heart.

Of course, this may be because the sacred power is related to the sword.

Anyway, it shouldn’t stay like this. If I keep looking at Deus like this, my plan to use the elixir to make Happy worship the sword will be disrupted.

“But you still have time, so it’s okay to play a round, right?”

Well, that would be nice.

As soon as I finish proofreading, I have to go back to my room and have a game with the divine Deus.

“So come on quickly.”

Happy, who was glaring at me, glided down and stabbed me with his sword.

It’s a normal, threatening attack. The attack using the speed raised to the limit through gliding is truly rapid. It couldn’t even be compared to the students and monsters I had met so far.

Even if you use magical power, it would be difficult to fight back.

Why? It felt like I could just hit it.

Teuong-!!

“Kkiek?!”

Happy was also taken aback, not expecting that he would be able to defeat this lightly, but thanks to his training so far, he was able to come to his senses and quickly combine other techniques.

Smooth linking technology.

Happyman’s swordsmanship, which he perfected to the point where it could be called a skill after several days of hard work, was the most difficult of all the swordsmen he had faced so far.

What can I say?

Something most essential was missing.

The more he struck down Happy’s sword skills, the more his eyes fluttered. Every time he refined his sword skills, Happy must have been convinced that he had become stronger.

It wasn’t like this until yesterday.

Although I may have been overwhelmed, I was not unilaterally trampled like this.

Happy’s eyes naturally turn towards Deus with a faint light. Happy, who guessed why he was so overwhelmed, bit his lower lip and walked away from me.

And Happy, who had landed on the tree, put down his sword and knelt down.

Yes, if Happy was the one who tried to deal with me first between me, who had magical powers, and the sword-wielding instructor, we would roughly be the front line and rear line.

I knew what roles the heroes played.

So what is flowing from this sword?

He must have known how it would come out.

“You probably didn’t need it until now.”

Because it is stronger to unleash sword energy than to use divine power.

Or maybe they thought that divine power was an auxiliary ability and that there was no need to acquire it… Happy, who witnessed the power of divine power firsthand, changed his mind.

dump-!

Imitate the appearance of a priest I saw in the past.

Bow your head and pray towards the object of faith or the symbol engraved on it. It would be impossible to say a verse or pray to Happy, who cannot speak the language.

If you simply desire something, your faith will answer.

Otherwise, the Happys in the dungeon would not have been able to develop their divine power.

A faint light flows from Happy’s body. Although it is only an insignificant light compared to the light flowing from Deus.

Instead of magical power, divine power bloomed in Happy’s body.

“Si..eh..yes…”

speak the language

He broke away from the path of the beast and entered the human realm.

but,

There was still something to check.

He said to Happy as he landed on the tree where Happy was praying.

“Now, try your sword skills.”

Not animal-like swordsmanship, but human-like swordsmanship.

Prove that you have become human through delicate swordsmanship that does not injure the sword.