Isekai de Kojiin wo Hiraitakedo, Nazeka Darehitori Sudatou to Shinai Ken (WN)

12. Holy Sword Bearer, Part II

"... Huh?

"Hmm, well, not bad"

That's what I said. I wield the holy sword I took from Miyamoto, making a windy noise called Hyun-hyun, and making it easier.

"Heh...?

"Oh, something magical started mixing golden and blue, huh? It sounds a little bit like a vibrating noise called Bhun."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Now you can swing it in the image of flying far away... Yikes!"

When I waved my magical sword toward a mountain that looked far away, the summit of that mountain blew away and vanished. That's a lot of power.

"Hmm? What's going on, Mia Moto?

"How can you have it OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?!?!?!?"

Yes, Mia Moto exclaimed.

He looks desperate, and then he weeps and drips his nose.

What the hell is wrong with you?

"Damn, that should be the only sword I can use!! And I was just training because I wasn't even happy with it yet, but what are you swinging around for fun! And what kind of cheating did you do?"

"I don't care if they say so. On the contrary, why can't I use it? Easy, huh?

Say that and I'll try to shake my sword lightly again.

"I don't want no good," Mia Moto raised her gold cut once again.

Meanwhile, the exclamation rises from the girls who were watching that sword move of mine.

"Your husband, wow... I can't see the fat muscles at all."

"I can't believe I'm suddenly using the Holy Sword... Could Masatugu have been a brave man!

"I'm not a brave man. - Well, you can be a god."

"Chi, damn it! Give it back! Give it back! Give me back my holy sword!!

That's what Mia Moto comes to me crying about.

"No, of course I'll give it back. Hmm, you think I'm a weak fighter. Yeah, let's not explain it properly. Gentlemen! I'm not bullying you!!

That's what I say and explain aloud that I'm not a jerk around.

"No, don't! I'm not taking a joke! Hey, give it back!

"That's why I'm saying it. Bullying is not the worst thing I do. I have to tell the people around me. Gentlemen! Turn it down. I didn't make you cry with a jerk!

"Wow! Stop it. Ooh!!" and Mia Moto trying to stop me.

But I don't give up, I advertise it with "no joke" in mind.

Ugh, if you did this much, you wouldn't be mistaken.

"Ugh, Gusu, Gusu... I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you... Masatug... Shame on me in front of the public. Yeah."

"I don't need your forgiveness. More or less, why do I need to be allowed to be trash like you? Take this sword and go back to the castle."

That's what I say. I give you the Golden Sacred Sword, the Guardian Sword of Humanity.

Mia Moto took it as a snag.

but...!

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Heavy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Hands, hands cut a thousand times Ugh!!!!!"

Suddenly Mia Moto cried out.

"What are you talking about? It's so light, isn't it?

That's what I said, lightly taking the Holy Sword away from Mia Moto, who was about to be crushed by the sword.

"Uh-huh, duh, whatever. Yeah."

Mia Moto raises her depressing sob voice.

"But maybe your husband is the user of the Holy Sword?

And all of a sudden Lucia said that.

Hmm? What do you mean?

"I've heard it because it's a famous fairy tale. The Holy Sword can only be handled by“ bearers ”selected for the Holy Sword. However, if the bearer is not nearby, it may be pulled out of the pedestal to be carried by others."

"Hmm? In short, you mean I was the brave man chosen as the original Holy Sword, and Miyamoto was chosen to give me the sword, just an ordinary man?

"Exactly. Even if I saw the sword moves earlier, I wondered if it was obvious."

That's what Lucia looks up to me with respect.

Both Erin and Cee said, "Wow!" or "I knew you were ~".

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! Oh, no, that's not true. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Besides me, there's no way Masatugu is a brave man. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Mia Moto screams desperately as she sprinkles her spit.

"No, you're right."

"Your husband?

I opened my mouth as I watched Lucia sling her neck adorably.

"I have no interest in brave men. It's more important to raise you guys in good standing... than to run an orphanage. I don't need a holy sword."

Yeah, it's not worth anything to me, like a brave man. I wish the one who wanted to do that.

It is much more important to me to make children like Lucia a fine lady who has lost their parents.

But when I said that, Lucia and the others moistened their eyes and looked at me.

"Your husband... that much about us..."

"Wow, I want Master Masatug to stay by my side too!

"Shea's been with Mr. Masatug forever."

I'll stroke their heads one by one.

"Look, that's what I'm talking about, so I'm gonna give him back, right? I'll leave you here. Just take it home, fake brave man."

When I said that, I left the Golden Sacred Sword in the middle of the road.

"Ugh, damn... damn... I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you..."

Miyamoto desperately tries to lift the sacred sword dumped on the ground while saying so, but he doesn't seem to be able to move a millimeter.

I can't help it because I'm not interested in the brave or anything, and I don't need it for the holy sword.

I just returned my heel.

"Let's go home. I mean, the clothes you guys bought are more important than the holy sword or something. I bought some pretty clothes for you, so when you get home, let me see it, okay?

When I said that, the girls apparently forgot about the Mia Moto in the back in a flash or something, and they talked to me happily.

"Uh, heh, I hope your husband likes it..."

"Wow, I did my best to make Master Masatug like it too"

"Shh, if you're cute, I want you to give me a compliment."

"Er!? Only Mr. Shea is sloppy. I want your husband to take care of me too."

"Me too."

At this rate, we arrived at home.