CH 19

Thinking about it normally, I doubt that blonde ashime will just give his heirloom sword. Even though it's not cut into two, it still used to be an heirloom.

If the culprit who literally cut his sword into two, Hurst-san, asks for it, to be used by me, the reason why it broke, will he even give it to me? Nah~ I doubt it.

"It's impossible to fix a broken sword. No matter what kind of expensive sword it is. Right now it's just some metal and has no worth. So it's just an abandoned thing." 

"But, thinking aside if it's an unneeded thing, I don't think there'll be any problems if he gives it to me."

I feel like he'll say 'What are you saying. This is the problem with country bumpkins wa wa wa!'

"Well, there's also that chance. However... ...I'll make I'll have it"

Is the powerful words of Hurst-san.

Nodding slowly to Hurst-san's words, I peeked a bit at the sword on his waist.

... a, right now, it got cold.

What is this premonition of a blood bath?  

... ...A just now it got cold

What's with this bloody premonition? Something like stabbing each other to death kind of ending. That's right. 

The me, back then didn't think that something like this would happen, this sort of overwhelming premonition.

" I will talk to him"

"No. Isarai-sama should wait here. I'll immediately return"

"That's why I said, I will talk to him"

"No. I will!"

He's quite stubborn.

Since this is something about my knife, I don't need some bloody tale to have it.

"Since it is me who needs it, I should be the one to talk to him.

"... ....I see."

Agreeing to what I said, Hurst-san nodded his head.

Alright. I was able to prevent the route to,  'The Night of the Heirloom Sword' . Something like those Southern Berg tales, on a snowy mountain, locked up in a pension (house) and one by one all the blonde-haired person were killed.