Sword of the Philosopher

The place on the game called 'Warrior Hill', if you say so, is the place reserved for the Silvi event. If you don't get a chance to keep Silvi company because it's a place where nothing else happens "?" is the place of the covenant to be.

There were a number of events only places in the game. But normally that kind of place should be able to get in for the first time when that event is activated, but you can get in without Silvi being with you if you forgot about flag management or something. But it doesn't make any sense because it's a place where there's no single item.

Well, I just figured out where the duel was, and I started acting alone. Silvi's vengeful opponents are always immersed in a certain tavern. I headed straight for the store.

I looked around the store... and found myself on the edge. I'll head straight there and talk.

"... hey, okay?

The man turns his face here. I have a glass but I don't feel the smell of alcohol at all. Is it also drinking water?

At the moment of eye contact, I feel an unspeakable atmosphere. With the magic of the sword. He is running wild, but one of his scales is showing up in the signs.

But there seems to be enough reason left to act normally, and the eyes directed at me were mercenary-specific sharp, so I didn't see anything particularly strange.

Waiting for words, the opponent opened his mouth while sending a somewhat surprising gaze.

"What about you?

He said, "I need to talk to you about something."

The opponent has his sword against the wall, so it won't be like it's going to strike right away. The man answers "I don't mind" after a lot of silence, prompting me to the empty seat at the front.

Take your seats and check your first name first.

"You're... Jerga-Furguite is fine, right?

"Correct. Does knowing your name mean you have a grudge against me?

"It's not me, it's someone else."

"Bring him in. I'll pay you back."

I proclaimed it, but I still can't feel the atmosphere of being fascinated by the sword - can he even speak of a rational killer? It should have been a setting where you are aware of what you are doing and believe that reward will come sooner or later.

"From the looks of it, you seem to understand what you're doing."

"Oh, yeah"

Jerga replies really well. I sighed like I was playing,

"Why don't you stop while you understand that?

"Because he wants blood."

Grab the sword in the bag placed on the wall with your left hand and show it to me. The eyes I showed here felt like they were shining somewhere.

"This guy is talking. He said give me blood."

"... is that all?

"Oh, that's all"

- Can he say exactly who was fascinated by the sword and devoted his life to the sword?

Up to this point, the flow of conversation that occurred in the game. Nevertheless, I have also found out by facing each other in this way. Have fun talking about the sword. It even makes you feel like a child going to play, which some people may feel creepy about.

It's just... here I realize. A passion for a sword that even seems innocent...... in his eyes that keeps killing people, madness also resides.

If you say bad things, they're going to attack you, but for one thing, it can be called salvation that never comes at me hostile... here I am.

"So, there's someone who wants to see you. Night at 'Warrior Hill' going south from here, waiting"

"That's a good place to hang out."

Jerga, who gave his thoughts, drank out the contents of the glass he was holding and replied.

"Okay. I followed that word and tried to take it. The man... I don't know if he's one of yours, but wash his neck and tell him to wait."

When he abandoned him, he stood up and left the store. I often stay seated and look out at the door of the store where he left.

Eventually I get up with my breath.

I'm pretty sure they're coming.

The race was thrown. All we have to do is see how far Sylvie will go.

Sophia and the others must be arranging an inn. We have to report that Jerga made the move.

I left the store and tried to walk - the arrow tip, I noticed Silvi standing next to the store.

Surprised, Sylvie asked me a question before this one spoke up.

"Looks like he left earlier, but did the story come together?

"... make sure they haven't found out their identity, you're too bold"

To give his thoughts, Sylvie shrugged her shoulders.

"It won't matter. I'm on my own."

"No way. If he stormed out here, were you going to fight?

"Oh."

Answer honestly Silvi. As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to tell you not to, but given her reasons for fighting, I also find it hard to convince her.

"... Apparently in town, they don't do flashy things"

"Right."

"Nevertheless, when I spoke about the sword, I gave a creepy and joyful look. At some point in time his reason may be blowing up and creating a tragedy"

"I see... I'm pretty sure he's the one you can't throw away"

There was also a mixture of darkness in the voice she uttered...... is it still difficult to contain emotions before the vengeful opponent?

"Silvi, the battle is at night... are you ready for your heart?

"It's all right, Luon"

Silvi's expression of snort remained stiff - but I decided to move on.

"Then we shall rest till night... to meet the Sofias"

"Oh."

- After that, we walk silently. I thought I should call something, but in the end, without talking about one thing to the end, I joined Sophia and the others. I went into the inn.

The air was slightly heavier about Khuza and Sofia as well, whether it was hard to speak up to Silvi or while we were eating. When I just thought all this was hard to solve,

"Luon, do you have a minute?

- At the end of the meal and at the stage where Sofia and Kuuza left their seats, she said.

"Countermeasures are being taken against his attack. If so, now it's whether or not I can give him a deadly attack myself."

"If you show your usual sword moves, it should work well enough"

While Sylvie replies "well" to my statement, I'm kind of thinking about it.

"What's up?

"... the moves I showed Luon, how about some?

It's probably about 'a moment'. I remember and say the moves I received.

"If the move succeeds, it can take a fatal blow...... but that one is still in the process of being developed and the gap is huge. Isn't it harsh to aim and release?

"I don't know if I'll use it. But at the end of the day, I just thought it might be possible."

"Right... Silvi"

"What?"

They asked me back, and I wasn't sure what to say. It's weird to say "don't push it" or "good luck" right now.

"... no, nothing"

"What's up? Have you been as nervous as you are about yourself?

"... maybe. Sophia and Kuza could be like that."

"Right."

Silvi laughing bitterly.

"Are you saying that you're anxious about this one?"

"Of course."

"... you never imagined this would happen when you were polishing your sword arms by yourself"

"That's how someone worries you, huh?

"Oh."

Silvi nodded - turning from earlier, he gave a confident grin.

"Luon, I'm not going to get killed either. I'm gonna win."

Look at that look - I snorted again, too.

"I get it. Silvi, wish me good luck."

"Oh."

The look on Sylvie's face I replied to was back to normal at the end.