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Dry Schwartz, the Evil Sword.

Forget about me?

It is about the holy sword, which is often used as a weapon of the Lord, called the saint.

Even if the sword has a will, it's not a big deal, because it's a holy sword.

It's been a long time since I've been whining, but I survived.

Well, I can't help but think that I didn't sound out enough to get a death theory. There was nothing to talk about at all.

Originally we, the Holy Sword, were created by the god Hades of the underworld to defeat the people.

Seven-wielding holy swords fight and devour each other, and the last remaining wave is said to be the strongest holy sword to crush the people.

That's what the system was.

But unexpectedly, the broken Sacred Sword was resurrected, and the Sacred Swords' contention was turned upside down.

While doing so, the Demons defeated the people and put an end to the war. That eliminated the need for the Holy Sword in the first place.

On top of that, how can you claim our existence?

It's over!

The service of our Holy Sword is over!

Now if I were a clean being, I'd say, 'My role is over...' with such a beautiful end that I have no problem extinguishing salad!

The Holy Swords don't need to fight anymore!

The people to destroy after the battle also lost!

So what do we do now!? Why do we exist?!?

I was blocking it in like... For a while.

I didn't feel like getting worked up about anything while I was blocking in, and it was a no-reaction no matter how cluttered the Lord treated me.

Replace the knife with something about me.

Instead of a scarecrow about me.

Axe substitution, mowing sickle substitution, flea substitution, sculpture knife substitution, thread cutting bass substitution, cutting bass substitution, high branch cutting bass substitution, cake knife substitution, butter knife substitution!

Like replacing a kan knife!

Food processor replacement or something!!

...... haa, haa.

Excuse me. I'm disturbed.

But you're not mad at me, are you?

'Cause I already lost my role, Holy Sword.

I'd appreciate it if you could still use it, even though it could be thrown away already.

Ingredients, wood, stone.

Whatever it is, it's proof of happiness.

I mean, lately, it's been fun to see if you can slaughter the ingredients while keeping them fresh.

I guess I'll just be knifed like this now, that sounds like more fun for the rest of my life.

Those were the days I kept thinking so.

... but it is.

Haven't you seen a turning point in me lately?

You have a lot of opportunities that the Lord is using me properly as a weapon.

What struck me was when I went to the bottom of the ocean the other day.

At first, I wondered what you were thinking. He said he would soak me in the sea, the sword. Sea water. Salt water. Moisture, salt, rust, die! Though I thought so. That's the Holy Sword.

It was not a material that could be managed with about brine.

Besides, it's a real battle there!

I don't know what it is, but in a series of fights with mermaid fiends!

... Well, my strongest Lord has won most of his opponents with one twist without me...

But the last opponent! What a sea god weapon trident! It was a replica, though.

The first battle between God's weapons!

I'm so excited!

I remember recently forgetting that you were originally created for this! It was the best moment since I was born.

Is something coming?

Big Wave is coming to me like never before?

I had a feeling.

But wait, you shouldn't be in good shape here.

I know. My sword falls into a big pit when I ride a knoll.

I've done that every time before.

That's why this time, we're going to discipline our minds so that we don't bran rejoice.

I don't expect anything hectic!

That's right, to me who was protecting my heart...

Further floating events struck.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been very well awakened to our exhibition room."

The man in the host role says suddenly.

I don't know who it is.

You must be the locals I hired for the exposition.

"I know that I have already surprised my ears and eyes by touring various pavilions. This is what you would think. 'I'm used to surprises, I'm not surprised at some things,' he said. But it is still the awesomeness of our exposition that surprises us....... Now take another look at this treasure and be amazed!

So the MC man, he took away the screen hanging from me badly.

Seeing my fullness to be revealed, the audience's amazement rises.

"It's the Sacred Sword!! The Demon King carries and wrath the Sacred Sword Einrot, a brotherly sword alongside it. His name is Evil Sacred Sword Dry Schwartz! This is your first look in the demonic kingdom!!"

Attention and admiration will fly towards me!

Wow! Not since people picked me up a thousand years ago so much attention!?

No, the excitement of attention seems more awesome right now!

That's right, Hades. The devil tribe created by God knows exactly what I'm worth, made by Hades God as well!

... Well.

I've soaked up the stage a bit here, so let's talk about how it goes in detail.

It starts with something called an exposition.

The lords are haunted right now.

I'm launching all sorts of ceremonies, but are there any exhibits in there that could be one eyeball? That's what I was talking about.

It's rare, famous and makes me want to come and see it just because I heard the name. That kind of thing.

After all the discussion, I was chosen!!

For an exhibit that should be the highlight of a farm exposition!

That is how I am set up in a special exhibition hall, surrounded by a large number of tourists.

Exhibition hall!

A building built just for me!

"That's the Holy Sword...!?"

"The same sword that the Demon King will have...!?"

"What a disastrous pitch-black sword...!?"

"Mom, I'm scared."

They are watching......! Seen and feared......!

Fearless and fascinating......!

Yes! This is what the Holy Sword should look like!

I knew I was the Holy Sword! Not a knife, not a scarecrow!

It's a horrible madness that gives every life a death called cleavage Whoa!!

Feels good!

It feels too good!!

When you are stuck with the pleasure of being exposed to an admirable gaze......

"I bought it!

You're starting to sound weird, aren't you?

"I bought that sword! How much!? No, I'll give you as much! Give that holy sword to me!?"

Who could it be?

Out of the countless spectators out there, a miserable jizzy is calling me 'Buy It'?

In contrast, the MC man has a troubled look......

"I'm sorry. This holy sword is not on display to sell. It was loaned under the promise that it would always be returned to the owner......!

"Then let the owner see you! Negotiate and buy directly! The same holy sword as the things of the Demon King. If we get it, we'll have no more foil on our system!

Oh.

I can't help wanting an excellent me, but a weak guy like you doesn't qualify for my Lord, does he?

That's what we need to be as powerful as the Lord is today......

"Wait a minute! That holy sword is mine! How much does the owner want!? Two hundred gold coins will get you out now!?"

"Don't squeal out at the price! Then this is 500 gold coins!

"A thousand and two hundred!

"Please wait! This is not an auction! Don't catch the price!!"

There was an ugly dispute over me.

And with money.

I can't believe you're trying to get me for money.

…………

And.

Lord who notices me rolling at his feet and picks it up.

Just like the first time we met.

"Isn't that the Holy Sword? It should be in the exhibition room. Why are you here?

"Didn't you crawl this far on your own again? It's happened before."

He had no choice.

I have my pride as a sword, too.

It's better for someone to use it like every day, whether it's a knife or a scarecrow, than for someone who doesn't have the strength to use it as an ornament.

All the more so if those who have recognized themselves as the Lord are the strongest on earth.

"I told you I'd definitely pick you up later."

"I'm lonely. You miss your husband more than you can imagine."

Say anything.

Anyway, while the Lord is still alive, I'm not willing to let the others swing at me.

By the way.

The sudden disappearance of me from the exhibition hall resulted in a burglary charge against all visitors and a ban on entering and leaving the hall until the Lord who carried me rushed.