Me, Hydra

I don't know how much time had passed, but the world had seen many vicissitudes. Hidden within the solid ice, the Vorpal Sword had been dormant for a full few hundred years. The extreme cold Qi of the frozen earth had penetrated into every corner of the sword's blade, including those unjust souls buried under the frozen earth, just the same. The extreme coldness inscribed the Luun rune called the Curse on the Vorpal Sword, but no one knew about it.

On this day, the prince of the kingdom brought a group of people to the tundra.

"Your Highness, the next person we are going to visit is one of the most powerful tribal commanders in the tundra, Tadamir. I've heard that he's a violent man, so you mustn't anger him."

At the words, the blond-haired prince nodded his head.

"Understood, Uthyr-sensei. By the way, the tundra has been spreading faster lately. Does that mean..."

Nodding his head, the middle-aged man known as Uthyr's face was filled with desolation. The holy runes of light engraved on his armor gleamed.

"The winter of Fenrir is approaching. I don't know if we will make it through unscathed..."

Suddenly, Usher looked away, stood up and said.

"There's something going on at the Kingdom, and I may not be able to travel with you for the rest of the journey..."

"It's okay, Sensei, you go about your business."

The words fell away and Ursel nodded graciously. Then he left the warm carriage and quickly disappeared from Alsace's sight after riding a batch of fast horses.

Shaking his head, Alsace was about to return to the carriage when suddenly, a guard said, "Prince, we found a sword sealed in solid ice!!!"

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Volume I: Text - 58 - Sink or Die

Following the guard's lead, Alsace came to a solid piece of ice.

"Your Highness, this is the sword we we found, but he seems to have been sealed in a piece of solid ice."

As he said that, the guard wiped the solid ice in front of him with his hand, and although he was only gone for a moment, the ice was already covered with thick snowflakes.

Wiping away the snowflakes on the surface of the solid ice, a sharp sword with a strange shape came into view.

Emitting an overpowering evil aura, the bone-chilling coldness of the sword could be felt just by looking at it from a distance.

Narrowing his eyes, Alsace said with slight thought.

"Legend has it that when the gods sealed Fenrir back then, the god of war, Tyre, as a guarantee, held the Vorpal Sword and put his hand in Fenrir's hand, and although Fenrir was finally sealed, the arm of the god of war, Tyre, was also swallowed by Fenrir. The Vorpal Sword that the God of War, Tir, was trying to save himself at that time also flew away... It was sealed in the extreme cold tundra, and if nothing else, this sword should be the legendary Vorpal Sword-Tir's Edge."

Hearing Alsace's words, the Squire Knight on the side frowned.

"Prince, this Vorpal Sword is said to have a curse engraved on it by the dwarves when it was forged! For your own safety, don't get greedy!"

At the news, Alsace nodded.

"I know, it is said that all three of the sword's subsequent owners will be put to an untimely end because of the curse on the sword, and only by possessing a strong warrior's will and divinity can this curse be suppressed, which is why the sword was offered to Tyre... What am I, Alsace, that the warrior god Tyre is the heir of the great god Odin and experienced tens of thousands of battles. Even this Vorpal Sword can only be suppressed by the Great God of Tyre, the Vorpal Sword has great power, I dare not rise to greed, but if we return this sword to the God of War, Tyre, our kingdom may have one more way to retreat!"

Hearing Alsace's words, the Squire Knight on the side looked a little hesitant, after all, the kingdom meant that everything came before the prince's safety....

Seeing this, Alsace continued.

"Don't worry, the Vorpal Sword has been sealed for thousands of years, and the hard ice of the Extreme Cold has worn away the power of the curse on it. Even if there is still some curse on it... but trust me, when have I ever let you all down? Loon of the Holy Light will shelter us!!!"

At the news, the Squire Knight shook his head helplessly.

Alsace's Lodoren Kingdom, where Alsace was located, was one of the top countries in the entire Middle Court, and its understanding of Holy Light Loon1 had far surpassed that of other kingdoms, and its prince, Alsace, was even blessed by Odin the Great, personally inscribing the second generation of Holy Light Loon on his body.

"Since the prince has said so, I naturally can't stop him. But the prince must be careful! The curse on the Vorpal Sword may be more dangerous than expected, so if you can't control it you must stop in time!"

Hearing the Squire Knight's words, Alsace patted the Squire Knight's shoulder.

"Don't worry, when have I ever let you down?"

As he said that, Alsace walked up to the solid ice, and the Vorpal Sword was quietly imprisoned in the ice. The nightmare skull engraved on the sword's choke shimmered with a bluish light, and just looking at it, Alsace swallowed nervously and subconsciously.

Settling on a new look, Alsace extended his arm to the sword, and the ice, which had been solid and needed a hammer to break it, passed through it like some cold water, completely unhindered.

But just as Alsace was about to grip the hilt of the sword, a violent sense of uncertainty enveloped Alsace's spirit.

The bone-chilling coldness was like a blizzard that enveloped Alsace's mental space, cold and piercing, like a curse, Alsace's heart even raised the impulse of "Get out of here".

But soon, the holy light Luen engraved on Alsace's body emitted a radiant light.

The bone-chilling coldness also dissipated.......

Gritting his teeth, Alsace no longer hesitated and immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword, for no other reason than the fact that now Lodoren needed someone to save him, and if he hesitated a little bit, then he might retreat out of fear.

The moment his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, Alsace felt as if everything around him was silent, the dazzling snowflakes that had been in Alsace's gaze slowed to a crawl, and the entire world seemed to return to peace. Through the body called flesh, Alsace could even see the azure souls of the people then, a voice sounded from Alsace's heart.

"Wait for the dusk - respond to the dusk - obey the dusk..."

"Who are you! Where are you! What are you doing!"

Alsace shouted, and the voice that heard Alsace's question responded, "I am the sword, I am in your hand, and I will respond to the twilight day-"

Hearing the voice's response, Alsatia turned her eyes to the sword she held in her hand and couldn't help but ask, "You're the Zangief?"

"No, I'm - Frost's Grief!"

As he said that, Frost Sorrow revealed soul-sucking fluctuations, a vast, dappled sorrowful breath impacting Alsace's spirit.

This caused the Holy Light Luen on Alsace's body to radiate.

"Accept the twilight - the district's second-generation Lune cannot stop me at all, I am the original Lune's Sorrow. Accept my gift, and you and I will become one."

Hearing the words, Alsace subconsciously tried to pull his hand out, but it was too late.

The thick layer of ice instantly solidified, connecting Alsace's arm firmly to the hilt of his sword.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh--"

Just as the Squire Knight was about to cut off Alsace's arm, suddenly, Alsace's voice returned to silence, and the holy light Lune engraved on Alsace's body lost its light, followed by Alsace's slightly hoarse voice.

"Don't worry...we're here to find Tadamir, let's go~"

As he said that, Alsace took his sword out of the solid ice, and the eerie coldness made the group of knights shiver.

"Prince...are you...alright?"