I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

My name is Fanna Berta.

He served the great Dragon Man King, Lord Trismegistos. It can be called a core or one arm.

Oh, my poor king.

Lady Trismegistus always laughed like she was in trouble, saying she was from the same family. I couldn't abandon those stupid dragons, who stood up for arrogance and pride.

Lady Trismegistus, who didn't like fighting, was being looked down on. They didn't even try to hide their attitude.

And yet, since I knew that alchemy talent, I came closer as if I had returned my palm.

Thick and shameless. Greedy and shallow, unable to do anything but fight. That's what a dragon man is. My lord is thy seed in the midst of them. It was the only exception.

Many times the Lord would abandon them and leave the country, but he would not nod.

Because I am the king. "I have to work for the people..."

The king's position was pressed by the dragons and the men. A throne in the form only to tie Trismegistos to the country and make effective use of it, which he said he wanted to study quietly.

Seriously, he couldn't refuse because he said it was for the sake of the people. Say that it is the decree of him who was born in the golden dragon of the king.

As a result, my Lord will spread a number of groundbreaking magic props around the country.

A magic tool that keeps the indoor temperature constant. A magic tool that cleanses the scales and body in an instant. A magic tool for storing food.

Life has become richer, but I didn't know that the desires of the dragons would stay. If the clothes are full of food and shelter, the next battle will be.

My lord has pressed me to craft a magic tool that will be useful on the battlefield. A far-sighted magic tool. A magic tool for digging holes. Wall defense magic tool.

The request escalated from day to day, and the Lord responded with his genius and dedication to research.

Some people call it the Dragon Man's Golden Age, but that's ridiculous. Let's say it's the most ferocious and spitting era that supported the endless desires of the Dragon Man alone.

It was around this time that my lord came to the battlefield. The dragons were forced out. Use the Lord as long as you can, and put up a ridiculous subject such as "If you can't fight, you can't be a king."

I will follow suit and build countless piles of corpses. Is it around this time? I have cold-blooded witches and slaughtering swordsmen. When did the Golden King's Shadow become an alias?

But no matter how active I am, I am an Elf. In the Goldician continent at that time, elves were treated like dragon men. The dragon men never admitted that I was next to the king.

He has used every hand to distract me from the Lord, and has harassed me in every way. Sometimes, they were separated from their Lord on the battlefield and even put themselves at risk.

Well, the Dragon Man who made the false report was killed in a terrible way to show off. The half-body was pickled in ice, and it took about 7 days to slowly peel off the scales and weaken to death. That was a spectacle, wasn't it?

But that does not end the harassment. The dragon men had no choice but to push their daughters into the Lord's main room. It seemed to me that I was in the way.

No. There is no such thing as a male-female affair between me and Trismegistos. It's not that I conveniently misunderstand my survival instincts and lusts, but pure loyalty that I have.

No matter what happens, only loyalty, like a diamond, drives me. Therefore, if the king is to marry the queen, let us welcome him. The Dark Bons seemed to have no idea. I don't like it because this is a stupid idea that can only be achieved by one's own measure.

It happened one day. I have been attacked by several Dragon Men and have been seriously injured. It seemed like there was a Life Dragon Man, and even healing magic would not block the wound.

As a result, I will be the subject of a research study. It's the creation of an intelligence weapon.

Originally, it was a study to create a sword that implanted an artificial soul that would give advice on the battlefield. However, I could not make something satisfactory in terms of performance, and I was shifting to the direction of directly taking in humans...

After experimenting with slaves several times, my mind was broken and it didn't work. It must be so harsh for a human spirit to dwell in a sword.

But I can't die. I have to stay permanently next to Trismegistos and continue to help.

As a result, the experiment will be successful. I had sometime acquired the skill of dedication, which seemed to energize my spirit and prevent me from going mad.

However, it is not perfect. You can see the mind wearing off little by little. While I'm at it, I need to make Trismegistos-sama's position a cornerstone.

Trismegistos-sama must have been aware of my condition. While I was not mad, I thought of achieving results that would silence the other Dragon Men.

As a result, that tragedy.

When it comes to that, I reflect that I've done too much. Originally, I had to be careful, but instead, I instigated it. I guess my judgment was diminished by turning it into a sword.

But the real tragedy for me came after this.

As an immortal sinner, he continues to fight against the abyss he created. That is the punishment of the Lord, and I have been given the role of witnessing his appearance.

The devotional skill evolved into the skill of eternal loyalty, which made it possible for me to exist forever.

However, it was precisely a time of torture to keep seeing the Lord mutate over a long period of time.

"I'm Fannaberta, and I'm glad I saved you today. Please do the same tomorrow."

I'll take care of it.

"Oh, I'm glad you're here."

"Funnaverta, let's go. Use your power."

Let's do our best!

"Yeah. That's right."

"Funnabelta, let's go."

"My lord, do not force yourself."

Yeah.

Gradually, the conversation diminishes, the heat is lost from the words you respond to, and the expression is lost from your face. Time prisons were more cruel and terrible than people could ever imagine.

Still, my loyalty is not clouded. I will continue to support this person. That case will change the way you think about me.

Fighting the swordsman who wields the power of poison and demon. It seems that this man was foolishly aiming for the immortality of Trismegistos. A fool who didn't know how horrible it was to live forever seemed quite a feat.

Considering the traits of the original jealousy skill, it seemed that it could be taken away, but as expected of God's punishment.

As a result, I focused on my skills. Even if it is not immortal, it can be a hook. That's what I thought, and I took my permanent allegiance.

It's a skill that will force someone to pledge loyalty, but what happened to that man? In my case, I swear loyalty to Trismegistos from the beginning. "There was no problem..."

Well, that kind of thing doesn't matter. Instead of losing my permanent allegiance, I was pressed for my original sins of envy in an equivalent exchange.

And that's where the worst days begin. I can't control my mind, and I can't believe how I scream. Moreover, gradually, my skills and self became familiar, and I no longer felt uncomfortable.

I want to erase this ugly and incompetent me. Such thoughts were gradually filled with jealousy and pushed deeper and deeper.

And then comes that time.

Lord Trismegistos! Magic power for the blade! Please! Keep going like this... "

I shout uglylyly. But that emotion soon vanishes.

Giiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Along with the feeling of being predated, my spirit was regaining its equilibrium. By destroying it, the impact of envy on the original sin must have diminished.

Oh, thank you. "My lord, now I can vanish..." But will the Lord be all right without me? I can't help but wonder if that bastard's Intelligence Weapon will be able to support the Lord.

Even so, this sword's memories are flowing in like a substitute for your fading consciousness. The memories of traveling with a girl were dense, smiling and full of hope.

Ahh, what an envy...