Chapter 61: Indomitable Holy Sword

Chapter 61: Indomitable Holy Sword

Indomitable Holy Sword

YOUR HIGHNESS STOP!

Ficelle suddenly jumped in front of me to stop me.

I unknowingly was drawn in closer to the holy sword and just inches away from touching the hilt of the sword.

This sword is the sword of the hero of the human race.

He reminds me with a gentle tone.

The sword is loaded with powerful holy attributes. itll be bad for you.

Right.

Properly speaking, me from my previous life was the one who loaded that magical power.

Moreover, the one who forged this sword is a really skilled dwarf blacksmith. Though theres no problem if we, the dwarf touch this sword, something might happen if you touch it

The reason why Ficelle was chosen as the head of the workshop might be because of his skill.

So that guy was a really skilled blacksmith huh?

I couldnt remember his name but, thank you.

Still, it didnt mean that I forgot his figure when he forged my sword. I loaded the sword with holy attributes from the material stage and literally wrung myself dry when that guy forged the sword. Both of us kept enclosing the sword with magical power till we were about to faint as the finishing touch.

Though the sword wasnt on the level of True Strike which could only be produced by dwarf blacksmiths once in their lifetime, it was the best masterpiece below that level.

The holy attribute enchanted to its blade was really effective in raising the swords killing power Against the darkling.

And to me who scorched me when using holy attribute

There was no need to think about what would happen if I touched this sword.

But

But still.

Ficelle, I heard your warning.

I told him so calmly.

Thats why you have no responsibility for anything that will happen after this.

I brush aside Ficelle who stood in my way.

Long time no see. Its been like, seven years, right?

Your owner died at the hands of the Demon King, and youre cast aside in this dusty warehouse. Youve been waiting in this place without being melted down.

I was truly moved.

The blade that reflected the light from the lamp and furnace cast a dangerously sharp glint. As if to say Who in the world are you?.

Well, I dont know how to answer that question though. This figure, the current me, was a darkling. That was an undeniable truth

My hand reached to the hilt of the sword.

And grabbed it.

The sizzling sound akin to hot iron being dumped into the water resounded along with white smoke rising from my burnt hand.

Ive told you so!

Ficelle shouted but then, he shut his mouth immediately. The reason being I didnt let go of the hilt of the sword.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

GUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

It so fu*cking hurts. My palm, my finger. It wasnt as simple as being roasted, the holy attribute literally invaded my body, and now it felt like I was inside the hot oil.

But Strangely enough, I felt a sense of nostalgia in this pain, and that was undoubtedly The last trace of hero Alexander. This sword was my partner, and alter ego at the same time.

I ended up smiling wryly. This was my own hostility and stubbornness. Nevertheless, my sword, youre injuring your former owner.

When the sword repelled my left hand, I cast a soundproof barrier around us. That moment, the noise in the workshop vanished, there was only the sound of the holy sword burning my body.

Im really happy to be able to meet you again.

I muttered, trying my best to minimize the movement of my lips. Sofia who looked at me from the edge of my field of vision might use lip reading.

I endure the pain and keep telling myself to endure it.

Hey, forgive me already, youre cooking me here.

My fingers couldnt even feel pain anymore. It seems to be carbonized already And it was already carbonized not too long ago.

Then I noticed that the power of the holy attribute that burnt my body weakened slightly. It seems my sword was bewildered. As if to say Till when was this guy going to grip me?.

Till then eh? Until you understand of course.

Reason being,

My name is Jilbagias

At the same time.

And Alexander

Because this is my current state.

Its far more solid than any weapon in this place due to the residual magic in it. Not even a dragons bite can snap this sword Its a rare, tempered gem that was loaded with really strong prayer

The second part of his sentence was said in a low voice as if it was vanishing with the wind.

I see, thats good enough. Now I feel even more confident in choosing this after hearing your evaluation. Do I have to give compensation for this?

Im not its creator or owner. Feel free to take the sword with you.

Said Ficelle as he returned the sword to me with a scowl.

But if you want a better sword, everyone in this workshop can make much better than this sword. For you to choose the belonging of a hero is

Really creeps me out That might be what he wanted to say but couldnt.

Yeah. From Ficelle and cos perspective, I was a demon prince They might think about the life that is going to be lost whenever I swing my sword on the battlefield.

Their reaction was natural.

Uhm. Then, how about you try to forge a new sword that is comparable to this one in its peak state?

Thats

Ficelle was about to speak but He shut his mouth again.

The other dwarvens blacksmiths were also looking with a complicated look on their faces. It felt as if the heat in the workshop had cooled down a little bit.

Your Highness, the essence of our magic smithy is

Said Ficelle as if squeezing his voice.

The essence is Prayer. The charm of good luck, and fortune of war for the user. Prayer, a strong desire to make that happen Is the root of it.

Despite being a prisoner, the dwarves swung their hammers solely due to their pride as a craftsman.

They didnt cut a corner even if they had to forge the armament for the darkling.

But We were still mutual enemies.

I wonder just how long these craftsmen had been praying for their detestable enemy, the enemy that would hurt their allies.

Even if they created a first-rate item, there was no heart in that said item

I know. Magic is A miracle that created such a possibility after all.

I let out a wry smile while brushing Lilianas head.

Thats why, this sword is good enough for me.

I raised the holy sword in its dormant state right before Ficelles eyes.

This sword is, enough.

This time around, Ill make full use of that guys passion and stubbornness.

I say instead, Ficelle.

Yes.

About my scalemail.

When I said so, FIcelle made a face as if he just made a huge blunder. He did say that he would make a scalemail for me in exchange for healing his arm but he never said that he would give his all.

I will make it properly for you, Your Highness. There will be no problem in terms of quality.

I know. But, there must be a problem with your heart right?

For that, I shall make a vow for you.

I looked into the eyes of a proud craftsman called Ficelle.

I wont hurt your fellow dwarves when I wore that scale mail.

Ficelle and the other dwarves in the workshop were at a loss for words upon hearing my vow.

This is the utmost sincerity that I can give you.

Ficelle bowed in silence.

Im a craftsman too.

Strong will dwell in his eyes.

And then, since youre willing to go that far Ill be shamed as a craftsman if I dont put my heart into my forge.

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