The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Me and Mr. Nervia, who left the Renavento residence, were returning to the inn I rent near the hospital.

Along the way, I asked Mr. Rümmyfort, "Speaking of which, what were you doing at Beorant Castle? I asked," Ah. Speaking of which, His Majesty had called me, "or so I said that I was lost in blood, so I went with him to His Majesty's and was supposed to apologize peacefully to His Majesty Verhazzard, who had waited so long with blue bars on his forehead...

By the way, the chief of the Knights of Barruzak was bullshitting me. That middle-aged...!

And well, after all that doozy, I'm finally home.

Then I didn't have a brother in the room, so I immediately tried to make my way to the hospital, where I felt an unexpectedly strong gaze.

Looking back, Mr. Nervia is staring at me with a jitter.

Is that it? Usually, you're a lot of people today to come hugging me, no matter where you are.

Speaking of which, it seems that Mr. Nervia has recently stopped coming to me with a grumpy hug or overpraise.

I wondered why...... Speaking of which, I remembered that I banned her from those things.

Oh, so you're still admirably patient.

When I smiled at Mr Nervia, I spread my hands.

"It would be nice here. Come."

The reaction is rapid.

Mr. Nelvia, approaching at a rate that I could barely react to, lifted me up gently, gently lowered me to the bed, then I sat down in the ground beside the bed and jumped into my chest.

You want to be hugged, rather than hugged. All right, all right.

"I am happy to meet Master Sefi! I was born only to meet Master Sefi!!

"Oh, I don't know if it's a treat."

"That's not true! Give me a place where I already lost hope of living... I can't believe you called His Excellency the Knights of Barulzak and the Imperial Heroes such as His Excellency the Magic Instructor of Yujanon for me!!

That cat just followed me on its own, though.... soothe His Majesty's call.

Apparently, you're thrilled with my actions. I held her head and stroked her, and, uh, I stopped my eyes on the two swords that were differentiating between her hips.

"Speaking of which, that sword..."

"That's right!! It is a supreme honor as a knight to give Sir Balbeaut a sword!! Your father must fall if he sees this too!!

Oh, yeah... I didn't know. That's why you were caressing your sword accidentally with sparkling eyes.

But how could it be a sword? Is there such a liturgical thing in this world?

You noticed my strange face, and Ms Nervia explained it to me.

"Sir Balbeaut is the strongest warrior of the people, but also the best“ blacksmith "in the world. That, too, is not just a sword to create. It's an artificial demon sword!

"Minzo...... what, minzo!? Is that a bad idea?

"It probably is. I have heard that only the Devil's Sword is named by Sir Workout (Balbeaut). When I gave him this sword, His Excellency said, 'Rapid and fierce sword, Français'. And even the words' It's a masterpiece '!! I appreciate it!! I'll make it a family heirloom!!

Mr. Nelvia, rubbing his face against my chest, has a yellow voice.

It's unusual for Mr. Nelvia to get so tense outside of the valiant faith.

But the Devil's Sword... is it the Devil's Sword?

That would mean that this sword has some kind of magic in it.

And that, unlike only having an effect on an object in the palm, like me, must be magic that works for whoever, wherever and whenever you use it.

Conditional branching sentence or event handler......

If I told you, would you tell me? If one of them becomes available, the range of magic that can be handled will be extraordinarily wide.

And 'workout' didn't mean polishing yourself or working out, you meant 'striking the sword and working out' as it were.

No, as much as they say about people's strongest warriors, so maybe they don't lack self-training either.

I mean, self-drilling and blacksmiths, double meetings? Wow, fashionable.

I'm sure there must be some profound significance in 'Hui Eye' and 'Cutting' as well.

... Yet if you come with my 'two names'...! No more! Your Majesty's Ijwal!! D S!!

Anyway, if Mr. Nervia's going to be happy so far, I'll have to thank Mr. Rümmyfort later.

Next time I see you, I'll decide to treat that jalapeco cat to something.

Maybe if I feed you, you'll teach me some magic stuff Poroughly. Ugh.

I turned my gaze to "Rapid Sword Français,"

"Hey. Um, why don't you try and see what happens?

"What! But..."

"Sure, and then. I don't know what's going on. It's frightening."

"Well, so is that...... ok!

Mr. Nelvia unfortunately moved away from my chest to the back of the inn with me in his arms.

By the way, I designated the experiment outdoors just in case.

It's that blurry Jalapeco cat's demon sword, so "If I slash it, I'll blast the object into dust" or "eject the laser from the tip of the sword" might work.

When we moved to an unpopular garden, we set our aim for one thick tree that was growing there.

"Well, why don't you take that?"

"Is it ok...... I hope the sword doesn't hurt"

I'm more worried that the slashed tree won't be on the burst flame or something.

Mr. Nelvia said, "Well......" and pulled out his sword, so he said, "What!?" I stared at the sword as I was surprised.

"What's going on?

"Oh, it's light... as unusual. It's like a feather. And there's no“ blade. "

Oh, is that okay? If you shake it, you'll break it, right?

If you look closely, that sword is a luxurious and wavy, decomposing form that has nothing to do with smoothness or sharpness.

Besides, the part where the blade was supposed to be was thick, more like 'a thinly stretched iron mass' than a sword.

... You don't think Mr. Rümmyfort is making fun of this, do you?

When I was starting to worry about the sword as well as the tree, Mr. Nervia was surprised to set up the Devil's Sword (Français).

And a swing.

Shortly afterwards, along with the outrageous sound of destruction, a tree blew up from the middle of nowhere, wondering if the thickness would be fifty centimeters in diameter, and fell a few meters away.

I open my mouth gently, and I'm stunned.

Then when I looked at Mr. Nelvia blue-blue, she also said, "Awww...!," he hesitated.

Was this the sword that would blow up what you slashed!?

"Hey, what!? What the hell happened!?

"Oh, uh, the...! I kind of feel like the moment I waved my sword, wow, my sword got heavy......!

That's what Mr. Nelvia said when he waved his sword gently, "Wow!?," he said, swung by the sword, but quickly rebalanced. As if the weight was fluctuating rapidly.

Watching Mr. Nelvia look at the sword strangely, I went to a certain possibility.

... Is it possible that "Sword Tip Speed" and "Weight of Body" are proportional?

From what I saw, it didn't seem like the shock was coming from the sword into Mr. Nelvia's hand. I guess it's all diffuse.

And that overly extreme design idea of intensity focus and sharpness appearance.

Plus it's usually light as a feather, which is why I can shake it fast. And the faster you shake it, the more accelerating the weight of the sword increases.

It was like, 'The Sword to Not Kill'.

Of course, if you tap on the head, you'll die, but if it's that light, it'll be easy to control the speed.

And with maximum power, it would be stubborn armor, but it would be a mighty demon, but it should be able to blow it away regardless.

Besides, I don't care how you shake it, “punch."

"Can be handled" by any strong opponent or any weak opponent.

That's the "Rapid Rapid Sword Français".

“Gentle Devil's Sword" presented by Sir Workout (Barbitude) to Mr. Nelvia, who was too kind to kill Ballwolf.

"... Nice, Ken."

When I said that, laughing at Mr. Nervia, when I felt warm,

"Ha!!

Mr. Nelvia also nodded with a sunny smile.

Indeed, this is a 'masterpiece'.