I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

The Castle of Trismegistos is still loaded with the remains of the Castle. However, some of them are already beginning to be repaired.

I saw the outer walls of the castle regenerating little by little.

In other words, the method of regeneration is unique. Franc is staring at it with interest.

It doesn't boost up little by little like a regeneration skill, and it doesn't turn back to regenerating rubble.

First, a semi-transparent wall figure, like a hologram, is projected into the universe. And if you think that the hologram emits a strong light, the next moment, the wall is getting the reality.

The holograms resurfaced from the regenerated walls, and the castle walls came back to life one after another. From my point of view, it was a very strange sight.

"Huh? Somehow it's glowing over there."

Oh, where's the throne?

You can also see the light rising from the center of the rubble pile. As Isario said, there must have been a place on the throne.

We decided to head there for now.

While climbing over the pile of rubble, you can occasionally move the rubble or jam it into a scaffold.

Then, after climbing the rubble for about 10 minutes, the scenery in front of me changed.

There was a large space in the center of the rubble pile. It looks like a bowl, like a crater.

In the center was an intact throne. Of course, there is also a figure of the Lord who should sit on the throne.

When I turned my gaze to us from the top of the rubble pile, I quickly turned my gaze away.

There were no ceilings or walls, only the throne and the ground on which it was placed. All that surrounds us is the remains of the castle.

It's too brutal and it looks too much like Trismegistos. It was as if this Dragon Man's essence had materialized, and there was a strange and firm feeling.

Sitting in the middle of the castle's wreckage, the towering king.

"... you're pathetic, aren't you?"

"Oh, I'll be careful not to get mad."

Both Trismegistos and Jayne felt close to me. He looked down at Trismegistos with a complicated face.

Go down the rubble pile and approach the Trismegistos.

"Is it Isario, Franc or Jayne?" What can I do for you? "

"What, to check a lot of things?"

“Very well, I will answer your questions.”

To put it very carefully, it was a bit outrageous. To put it badly, attitudes that don't feel human are the same.

But there I felt a terrible void.

Until now, the atmosphere was the same.

Voices and facial expressions that don't make people feel warm, like machines. In fact, I had never seen this man get upset, and I thought that my heart had worn off while I was alive for a long time.

However, if we look at the Trismegistos now, we can see that it was better than ever. What we were looking at was a Dragon Man whose spirit had frayed and turned into a machine.

But what's right in front of you is a real doll. It's like a fresh golem made from the flesh of a living creature. It was like he was looking at it.

A puppet created from the flesh of a dragon. There is no mind, there is only a mechanical response. If you explain that to me, you'll understand it normally.

Can a person have such emptiness?

It's not just the franc. Everyone here feels anxiety and fear, and their legs stop. Even Isario was breathing.

That sword...

(Fanna Berta?

No, it looks alike, but that's all.

On the side of the Trismegistos lies a silver Falcion. But no, I didn't feel any presence, no force, no strange personality. The sword has no heart.

Trismegistos also noticed Franc's strong gaze.

“This is the finished version of the Intelligence Weapon. Don't use unnecessary language and don't act in vain. It is a true intelligence weapon of rationality and convenience.”

So you're saying it's okay to lose Funnabelta? Is that the best you can do just because you've pushed rationality?

It seems that Franc noticed a different part.

(...... no)

Franc?

(There's no way that's a complete intelligence weapon! Definitely not!)

Fran leans down and repeats the word of negation in his mind. Well, if you affirm the words of the Trismegistos, I'm a transcendental imperfect. Well, that's unacceptable.

(The master is not amazing because he is strong. It's amazing because it talks. It's fun because it talks. Don't worry, I can talk. That's not amazing at all)

Franc...

It's a refusal that even feels hateful.

I might have imagined myself completely sword-shaped. And it seems that she had negative emotions that she could not control against the sword that evoked that image.

But I won't say it. You know it's no use telling Trismegistos. Instead, ask different things.

"I've heard that Fannaberta hasn't been crazy for a long time. Why is that?"

"... I had the skills to stay mad."

It was unusual for this man, for a moment. His golden eyes turned towards the silver Falcion and narrowed slightly.

But soon after, Trismegistos answered with the same attitude.

Skill?

"Hmm. An extra skill called 'Eternal Loyalty'." Decide on the Lord. It's a skill that I vow to follow that person forever. In a way, I would say that I would enslave myself. Instead, as long as the Lord exists, He can be immutable. "

The skill of immortality while the Lord is alive? Besides, you're not old, you're not dead?

Even though you had that skill, did you lose the original sin of jealousy?

"No. Instead of getting the original sin of envy, I was robbed of my permanent allegiance."

Oh, I see! That's why I lost the original sin of jealousy.

"... where is the one who took that skill?"

Fran asked, slightly troubled. I don't want to be a slave to Fran with that skill, but I don't want to be a sword. For now, let's get the clue. That's how he thought about it.

"I don't know the name. But he was a Divine Swordman."