Sword of the Philosopher

An alien knight finished his magical convergence on the sword of his right arm and set it up. The behavior is somewhere like mine... Let's see. You look good.

"Sounds like you're imitating our movement."

"Did you analyze their behavior? You're still a strange opponent.

"I understood that at a time when I had non-standard magic."

Quietly pour magic into your body. There are also many ways to converge this magic power. That number is thousands of different and requires a lot of time to be extreme. It's a long way to go, even for me, who has fought as hard as possible since I was reincarnated.

It also said in some kind of book, "The amount and quality of magic you have about the method will vary," so I also applaud the fact that you have to find a way to do it that is right for you and that you need time.

"Lord Luon, I said I'd try earlier, but what are we going to do?

"You don't look the same as before. It's just not the same way to roll out moves. The way it was for me... that's how my magic is poured into my sword and utilized... that's how it's done."

No matter how skilled you are at the moves, there's still some nasty part of magic out there. The moves vary depending on the individual, but because the mould exists, there is a discrepancy between the magic convergence that existed in the equals themselves to suit the way they were done.

In other words, in order to make full use of the magic you poured, you have to find your way… probably 'Spirit World' for Sophia, for example.

I play magical convergence with the feeling of pouring my previous experience into the sword - no change in appearance as usual.

"We're moving."

Shortly after Garc utters his voice, the knight strikes suddenly. The sharpness was a relentless step in order to destroy me.

This one waves his sword to fight it. The unrivaled sword trident clashes with the sword waved down by the knight.

A pitch-black sword and my sword temporarily meets each other. When he began to look as impending as he did when he was in Forfa - suddenly, his opponent's power loosened for a moment.

"The magic has fallen -!"

Right after Gark affirmed, my sword ripped out the pitch-black blade and went to the torso. The moment the sword waves at your body, you feel a definite response as if you are dealing with a human being.

Swing it down all at once. Slashing from top to bottom adds a great deal of muscle to the alien body.

The knight retreated due to the shock… it didn't blow up or anything, but this is a predictable area.

For a moment, magic occurs in the alien body - it is not emanating from the depths of the enemy. The effect of my slaughter is still ongoing.

Next, white light emerged from the alien body - dyed it white and all at once.

If you say so, it's a white fire column. Wrap up the alien body and do nothing. The opponent tried to stretch his arm in an attempt to reward him with one arrow, but further magical runoff finally stops the movement as well.

'... apparently, it's over'

Gark made a clear statement. Wrapped in light, the knight of the alien finally vanishes.

He possessed tremendous magic, but succeeded in destroying it due to the onslaught.

I erase my sword and look at my right hand. The move is incomplete now, but still enough to stab Todome. An improvement would put you on top of the finest moves.

"Lord Luon, you looked a lot simpler for the best moves"

Gark shares his thoughts. And I shrugged my shoulders.

"It's not finished yet. Looking forward to seeing what happens next."

"- It's over, no, you've got a hell of a opponent."

Anastasian voice from the rear. Looking back, the figure of the Marquis walking over here with Sophia and the others.

"Lord Luon, are you all right?

"Oh, but the existence that created this ruin is outrageous."

"Not at all. You said you were already behind the door. That's no trouble."

I send my gaze to the door. The whole room is damaged considerably by magic and moves… for a series of the finest magic and moves, it feels less damaged. Maybe it's the kind of material that neutralizes magic and prevents destruction.

And the door is safe. Nevertheless, it does not necessarily mean that there are no similar enemies behind this.

"Lord Luon, what will you do in that case?

"We can still afford it, so we'll fight."

"That's horrible...... who opens the door?

"I'll be the safest."

Sophia and I have been looking at each other worrying about me... but this one just responded with a gaze and walked out.

Approach the door, check for traps, etc. I don't see any magic power, so I decided it was no problem. And it wasn't locked, and the door opened.

Behind it - so much so that there is a little pedestal in the center, a true-square room with nothing. That pedestal was just the problem. And on top of that...

"... sword?

"Seems"

Anastasia standing beside me commented.

"Hmm, it's a lot simpler for those beings to protect..."

"Apparently, it's emitting magic."

Garc opens his mouth here.

"It is very similar to the magic I felt in the ruins of an angel. Is this the root?

"So you mean, pretty amazing stuff, huh?

I'll try to get close. That sword is just a little bigger than the sword I usually use - not as big as calling it the Great Sword, or so they call it the Long Sword.

"Is something like a spirit enclosed, or something"

Sophia mentions… is it also convincing to think that existence like that just now is sealed, etc., that the power is great?

"What do we do? You want me to take it home?

Anastasia inquiry. This is the only harvest I have, so I'd like to do that if I could...... is it okay to take it out?

"The moment you grip it, the black one from earlier may come out."

Forfa jokes. Yeah, I'm hesitating because that's a possibility.

Think about it… I look around the room.

"In the meantime, let's see if there's anything else"

- That said, an extremely simple room. Sophia and the others walked around the room to see if there was anything suspicious, but there didn't seem to be any more back there.

Then we finally have to look into the sword......

"I'll touch it first."

I saw them all snort at these words and stretched out their hands after I strengthened the barrier to my right arm.

"Touch it, and if there's nothing, we'll take it home"

Shortly after I say that, I grip the patterned part.

The moment - suddenly the sword emitted light.

"Huh!?"

I panicked and tried to pull my hand but it was too late. Light wraps around the perimeter... eventually, it disappears.

All that remained was a pedestal. Yes, the sword has disappeared.

"Disappeared? That's an unusual trait. Where have you been?

Anastasia looks around the room. In the meantime, I look into my palm.

"You know, maybe..."

"Yeah? What's up?

"... may have taken in the sword"

Surprising Marquis. At the same time, I put a little effort into my fists and tried to wave my arms gently in the image of the earlier sword.

Then a pale light dwelt from the palm of his hand - a sword that had just disappeared appeared.

"Here."

"... whoa, that's an unusual trait."

Anastasia touches the sword. Nothing happens.

"Well, at this rate, I think you've decided to take Lord Leon as the sword owner."

"... that the first person you touch will be the owner?

"That's not the place."

Will it help......? I got the sword from a place like this, but you have no idea if it's going to get better as a result.

"Fair enough, Lord Luon. This is not the only harvest, but it looks like there was something to think about throughout the battle. I've fulfilled my purpose, so let's go back."

- There was kind of a lot going on, but it does serve its original purpose. I nod and tell my people.

"The Marquis is right...... so let's just say we go home"

Everyone walks out the way they came from. So Anastasia leaked one last word.

"I'm also very interested in this place. If the battle is over, we'll find out."

At the end of the mouth, a grin. You can't possibly not look into it if you're curious...... I left the room, thinking so.