Chapter 234

I thought the case was over, but the most annoying thing remained.

[master. be strong help me. I want to live.]

The demonic sword, now smaller in size, began servilely begging for its life. I’m not sure if servile is the right word. The voice in my head was a little weak, but it was so clear.

“This mutt? Whoever wants to be the owner, the owner.”

The body of the magic sword, which was huge enough to bite a horse, is now reduced to a size close to that of a medium-sized dog. Not only the size, but when it was gigantic, it was clearly wolf-like, but now it is not specific in shape, like some kind of liquid monster. It is as if you can only partially guess its shape surrounded by a hazy, black fog.

Thanks to that, except for Asilie, who is still worried about me, gazes mixed with curiosity, wonder, and a spoonful of fear are going back and forth over the demonic sword. I didn’t particularly like this situation, but it was still easy to question.

“Rather than that, it seems that my vocabulary is less than before? Does anyone know why?”

As my head slowly regained its function, I was certain that my memories had returned, albeit fragmentarily. The voice that resonated in my head the moment he first touched my body was no different from that of a human being. If you see that the way and the voice is the same, he must have been talking to you

...

Then, I was tilting my head because it was such a stupid way of speaking that I felt a little sorry, but Seneran answered.

“It’s probably because I’m running out of strength.”

Seneran, who quietly expresses his opinion, is unnecessarily cautious. After confidently exclaiming that it was only necessary to kill the user, he seemed to have lost his confidence a little bit due to an unexpected situation. It can be like that when people live, but I get discouraged very easily.

“Power?”

“Power obtained from human blood. Based on the power obtained in that way, the self-construction of the body is slowly coming to an end.”

If you ask what kind of structure such a magical energy transformation takes place, it seems that there will be no end, so I decided to put it inside for now and asked another question.

“Why is it a dog?”

“Because that’s the soul that became the material for the demonic sword.”

I couldn’t understand what it meant, so I was tilting my head, but Seneran and Asilie gave me a summary while adding explanations, and I couldn’t help but be frightened.

“So you’re saying that he was originally a real dog or a creature equivalent to it, and that some madman caught and killed it to make a sword?”

“Roughly.”

“crazy.”

It’s not a human body conversion experiment, but it’s a by-product of what kind of fuck. I was dumbfounded by such a demonic idea.

“Are all the magic swords like that?”

“All of the things that were first called demonic swords are like that. It was only in later generations that magic developed and the method of generating an ego on its own along with an artificial soul was studied, but that wasn’t the case at that time.”

A demonic sword made with such high perfection has an ego and can exert powerful abilities based on emotions. However, Asilie’s additional explanation was that in the case of an unfinished sword like this, he was trying to regain his true form, not the finished ‘sword’. That’s why I knew as soon as I saw it that it was incomplete.

If you listen to the story, it’s a pity, but there are so many people who have killed this, so it’s filthy ambiguous.

“It’s bitter. It’s pitiful, but the crime I committed is a bit big to not split it up... Are you going to keep eating people with this bastard?”

[name! doesn’t exist! build it! I’ll listen to you! Save me!]

It’s so sad. It’s not empty words, but it’s even more sad to say that the image of him panting while still unable to get up from the floor and having no respiratory system is just a manifestation of his past memories and his identity. They even make halfway tails and wag them hard.

Even though he was killed by human hands to complete a tool for humans and even pulled out his soul, that guy is a dog that just wants to listen and wag his tail.

It reminded me of the most pitiful dog I’ve ever known, and in desperation pulled out a needle and scratched my forearm to bleed. I wondered if it was necessary to give my own blood, but when I saw this pitiful situation, I didn’t want to scrape the blood from the corpse to feed it.

And he gave a name to the guy who drank blood while sticking his tongue out for a long time.

“You are Leica from today.”

[name! good! I’m Leica!]

“...and come with me.”

[good! go with me! Leica happy! I’ll listen to the owner!]

I’m sorry. I’m about to cry when I think of the dogs I raised in my previous life.

“Is it okay? You must have already made up your mind and acted... but it’s a demonic sword.”

To Mr. Gin’s words, I just nodded in response. that’s a normal reaction In the end, a demonic sword is not something I use, but a prize to be sold, unless it’s an extreme case. The problem that the thief had was too big a risk.

It is true that I was put in a dangerous situation this time to lose my mind. If anyone around me had ever been hurt, I would have split it in half right away. If the attempt had been made by a human cub, the skull would have split apart even if the surroundings were intact. It’s because of sheer malice and calculation.

However, it is a bit like killing a beast struggling to survive with a single knife. In the end, if the same thing happened again, I promised to break it up right away, and I replied softly.

“I think it’s just a dog.”

After eating a little bit of blood, the demonic sword rises from its seat as if it regained energy and begins to harden its form. What was roughly the form of a quadrupedal animal gradually got a proper face, a waist, and legs...

“...Is that your original self?”

[that’s right! Leica look! The original form!]

Panting, the guy who was chasing my tail while turning round and round as if he was satisfied with my appearance sits down and looks up at me.

“Oh, I’ve seen dogs like this. Shepherd dogs? Sheepdogs? There are many dogs with short legs and long waists.”

“Looking at it like that, it’s unnecessarily cute.”

“Hmm... I honestly thought it would only shrink in size from the size I saw earlier.”

It is difficult to say that the face is completely in the shape of a dog. Its features are almost similar to that of a wolf-shaped helmet.

However, those short legs, long waist, and plentiful buttocks were the dog’s image he was familiar with in his previous life.

“...Yes, it would be nice not to blow the hair.”

[that’s right! I don’t blow Leica hair!]

That’s how I got a Welsh corgi for sale.