It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It

4. Still, it’s a demonic sword.

It was good to get out of the Great Temple with such vigor, but as soon as we got out of the area of the Temple, we faced a big problem.

“Where, go.”

[Sure.]

Yes. It’s good to kick out the temple excitedly, but we’ve lost our purpose as to what to do next.

This world isn’t even a game, and although I have a bunch of status windows, there’s no quest-like features here either.

[Whoops, don’t worry! Since ancient times, the holy sword has also been a signpost for lost warriors, so finding the path to the light is not difficult as the experience of countless predecessors dwells within me.]

Sacred Sword, who joined us without hesitation, but couldn’t get out of his half-hearted life, has strongly appealed himself as if now was an opportunity.

Certainly, the holy sword is nothing more than twinkling lights, but the experience with many heroes must be trusted. The hero also showed interest in the words of the holy sword.

“What should I do first?”

[Yes! First of all, the warrior lacks reputation, so let’s start by accepting the temple’s request! Solving large-scale quests will gradually open the way to the center of national power!]

Although it is a holy sword given by God, instead of burning a sense of mission for things like subjugating monsters and relieving public sentiment, it’s okay to skip the glitches of talking about worldly politics or power.

[We just ran out of the temple. Go back and ask for a request?]

[Ah.]

“······As expected, should we throw away the garbage?”

[Wait, wait!]

Only after the entire scabbard was half buried in the ground did the holy sword come up with his second plan.

[If the sun is difficult, start from the shadows! With your skills, you can easily reap a small criminal organization. Friction with other organizations is absorbed by force, and if you create enough power, then you will reveal your identity!]

From the point of view of being the boss of the dark organization, it seems that the love of the dragon has already been separated by about a million years. As a demonic sword, I couldn’t help but tackle the holy sword as it pulled out a series of astonishing plans.

[Are you still a holy sword!]

[Hey, the role of the holy sword is the execution of the demon king and the top priority of helping the hero, isn’t it? Do you know how many warriors have been dumped so far?]

[That’s right?]

[Anyway, humans! If the demon king dies, now I can’t bother the warrior anymore! At that time, my blessings as a hero and the holy sword were taken away, so I couldn’t help in any way.]

Somehow, I felt like the holy sword had made a pretty important statement. Ah! After thinking for a while, I quietly spoke to the hero.

[Don’t worry, I won’t leave even if the warrior’s protection disappears.]

[Instead, at that time, they will try to take your body! Don’t fall for the magic sword’s sugar coating. Hero!]

But regardless of what we were talking about, the hero was staring somewhere. Our gaze gradually focused on one place in that strange atmosphere.

Currently, I got off the road leading to the Great Temple, and arrived in a forest after a long run. A carriage was running towards this place, raising a cloud of dust, where there was no way for a single person to go.

Both horses and wagons are of a high quality that cannot be easily found in a forest like this. It’s an absurd situation to be a coincidence. A creepy assumption flashed into my mind.

This is a common pattern. The princess being chased by assassins for some reason! And the hero who happened to be on the path! The hero hears the princess’ circumstances and decides to fight the assassin…

Look, even the hero now has his hand on the holy sword and is completely ready for battle.

[Huh?]

But as the wagon got closer, I noticed something strange. The carriage was running hurriedly, as if being chased by something, but there was nothing like an assassin chasing the princess.

At that time, the hero lowered his sword with a powerful movement.

A blow that did not involve any magic or divinity. However, martial arts that have reached the level are no different from a superpower in itself, and vacuum blades pour down along the path of the sword.

And then, the sword wind cut the aristocratic carriage in two at once.

[Did you kill him?!]

The wagon was cut in two, but neither the horses nor the people in it could survive. The wagon, unable to overcome its speed, overturned, and the living people and corpses inside it bounced like marbles.

There are corpses that have been cut in two as if they were in the trail of the sword wind, while others are somewhat fine with only one arm cut off as if they were lucky. Looking at it, I realized a step late.

They weren’t the princess, but rather the assassins chasing the princess.

[The Chasers of the Temple!]

The golden rose brooch on the chest shines without any intention of hiding it. However, the armor covered with the vivid blood and flesh of his comrades was not as noble as it was in the Great War.

“Evan! Hans! You are so vain…”

“Watch out! He’s more of a monster than you think!”

The Knights of the Temple. However, the saint did not come directly, and at least the leader under him did not come. At best, I don’t know what kind of confidence they have to fight against the warrior.

[No, why are you so surprised that you killed a person even though you are a demonic sword?]

[I couldn’t kill you! Hey, I’m dying of thirst after decades of abstinence! Anyway, even though you’re a holy sword, why aren’t you surprised?]

[······I am a warrior’s sword. Even if it’s a lamb that has turned to God, if it’s hostile to the hero, it’s just a target for me to slaughter.]

This kind of guy is a holy sword. While I shook my head, the hero walked proudly among the surviving knights.

Immediately, her weapon flew towards the hero, but in front of her, it was all just a child’s play. The hero, who even inserted her holy sword and took all the attacks with her bare hands, grabbed one of the knights by the collar.

“Why did you follow me?”

The tone is calm, but I feel an unknown force. The knight caught in the air avoided the hero’s gaze for a moment, then stuttered and confessed.

“·······That sword, because of that sword. I can’t let Karbal go out into the world.”

[Eh? Why me again?]

“It looks like a damn sword! My grandfather died because of you… Not only me, but everyone in this place is the one who gathered with a grudge against you!”

[Ah, sorry. I don’t remember the mobs.]

I looked around with new eyes. Certainly, all the surviving knights were glaring at me with ferocious eyes. At first I thought it was because of the hero.

“The saint told me to just let go, but how can I just let the enemy who ruined my family go! Warrior. If you are truly a warrior, if you have even the slightest desire to destroy evil and do good, then you should not use that sword. That is a treasure that humans cannot handle.”

It is truly an oratory that touches the heart. I wanted to give them a round of applause, but it was just a pity that I had no hands.

However, the hero’s reaction upon hearing that was somewhat strange. The hero stared blankly at the knight who had said the words, with a strange expression that even I, who had lived for hundreds of years, could not fathom.

Soon, what came out of those tender lips was an uncharacteristic question at all.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes?”

“I, I don’t know.”

With that said, the hero closed his mouth. When she, who decides her entire situation, fell silent, silence fell throughout her forest. A bloody smell wafted through the silence.

I hated the atmosphere, so I pushed the hero’s back.

[Hey, warrior. What are you thinking about? You can think about things like that later.]

[Carbaaal!]

[Oops, my ears are falling off. Aries. A noble holy sword. If you’re a true warrior’s sword, don’t you know what to do now?]

As I became a sword, my mind was transformed accordingly. I was once a human, but now I see myself as a sword, and my identity is more of a tool than a human.

And the logic of the sword is simple. If you can cut it, cut it. That’s enough.

[Even if you ignore the disrespect for the saint, how many paladins of the Great War have already died. No matter how high the value of the hero’s name is, there’s no way it can cover such a big incident.]

[·······.]

The hero only swung his sword in response to hostility, but the knights were weaker than he thought. At most, the elites of the temple could not withstand that single sword attack and were oxidized to blood.

And now that we’ve come this far, there’s no turning back. Even if that opponent is a hero loved by all gods.

[If you are a real hero, you must deal with the remaining survivors now. Is not it? Evidence must be expunged as much as possible to delay the pursuit of the Great War.]

Originally, this is impossible. The hero is determined by the choice of the three gods, so of course the great war that serves the three gods should have been a strong supporter of the hero more than anyone else.

However, this time the hero took out the magic sword from Vigo and destroyed the Great War and killed the paladins. Rather than being a hero, he moves closer to the Demon King’s Army and the Four Heavenly Kings.

[If I hadn’t brought that damn sword in the first place…]

The holy sword’s lament spread faintly through the forest. Well, if she hadn’t taken me out in the first place, the hero wouldn’t have been cornered into this situation.

[hahahaha! Can’t you do anything about it now?]

Now that I’ve been f*cked, you guys should be f*cked too.

Hiding my inner feelings, I laughed heartily. I’m pretending to be fine, but even at this moment, the blessings bestowed on the hero’s body are eating away at me bit by bit.

It is said that right now we are enduring by consuming the souls we have accumulated so far, but at the point when I accepted the warrior as my master and our souls were tied to each other, the catastrophe was already scheduled.

But it’s unfair to die alone.

[Hey, hero! There is no time to hesitate.]

The hero who had been absentmindedly raised his hand. The heat radiated from her fingertips, and the flames that bloomed under the protection of the sun god ate the forest, the wagon, and its followers equally.

Even transcendentalists such as the Elder Lich hide themselves for fear of national armed forces. How long can a warrior endure the persecution of the mainstream powers led by the Great War?

Her journey won’t be very long. I’m happy with that, so I laughed.