Chapter 53 – The Cursed Sword
After breakfast with the Demon Lord’s family, I headed to the Demon King Castle’s treasure house, guided by the butler Seneca.
“This is a warehouse where the collections of past demon lords are collected.”
Saying that, the goat-headed butler stopped in front of an ordinary guest room that you might pass by if you’re not paying attention.
“Is this the entrance?”
When he tilted his head at his more modest figure than he thought, Seneca opened the door with a fancy key that looked like it was made of obsidian and said.
“As the saying goes, to hide a tree, hide it in a forest, so the most common entrance is the hardest to find.”
When I heard it, it made sense.
Regardless of whether there is a big thief who went to the extent of robbing the castle’s treasure chest, if you hide the entrance like this, you won’t even be able to find it.
“And the entrance to this place is only visible to those who deserve it.”
Clap-
When I opened the door and went inside, there was a scene that was incomprehensible to common sense.
“This…”
As I looked around the vast warehouse with a surprised expression, the butler Seneca explained in a calm voice.
“Tiberius, the 2nd generation demon king, was a demon from the demon dragon tribe and was also a powerful wizard. After he built this treasure house to accumulate his wealth, he hid the entrance with magic and entrusted the key to it to my great-grandfather. You did.”
After a short explanation, Seneca walked around the treasure house and slowly explained the place.
“In this space, the mementos, collectibles, and artifacts left behind by the previous demon kings are asleep. It has been filled in one by one over a long period of 800 years, so the amount of storage is so enormous that even I, the warehouse keeper, cannot know. And from now on, Your job is to choose just one thing to take with you out of the many treasures piled up here.”
I listened to him and looked around with elemental eyes.
It’s this one and that one, and it contains enormous magical power.
Some objects are ancient artifacts that are not strange even if they go into a museum right away.
To be honest, I was a bit dizzy because of the magic power that was so dense.
I hurriedly turned off the elemental eye and looked around with a normal vision.
Perhaps thanks to consciously blocking the mana going to the optic nerve, I no longer felt the symptoms of motion sickness.
Only then did I take a deep breath and cross my arms in thought.
“Is it just one?”
In a sense, it may be the cruelest word.
To leave so many treasures in front of you and take only one with you.
Doesn’t it cause extreme selection disorder?
I asked the most important thing first.
“Are all the treasures sorted by category?”
“Yes. Fortunately, it is classified that way. Tiberius-sama has set strict rules, saying that if treasures are not displayed and piled up indiscriminately, they are not treasures, but just junk.”
In case someone wasn’t a dragon, the second demon king, Tiberius, seemed to be extremely picky about treasure.
Anyway, I thought I would benefit this time, so I told Seneca.
“Then, please guide me to the place where only weapons are collected. My purpose from the beginning was to get a new weapon to use instead of a staff.”
Obviously, there were many treasures that tempted me from the entrance, but what I need most now is a new weapon.
The staff I used before was broken in two and it was impossible to revive, so I just made a mask as a souvenir and wore it.
That was already a month and ten days ago.
It was annoying to find a weapon that fits my hand, so I just walked around with my bare hands, but now it was time to start looking for a new weapon.
It’s because a mage’s individual ability is a big part of the equipment.
“Five…”
The place where Seneca entered was one huge block.
From one end to the other, Artifact-class weapons were lined up everywhere as far as the eye could see.
It is full of things that seem unusual on the outside.
In a space full of objects whose value cannot be converted into money, I opened my eyes and started to look around to find the one weapon to take with me.
‘For now, the long weapons are excluded.’
If nothing else, a weapon that is too long is definitely just inconvenient to exist.
This is one of the parts that I felt painfully while traveling, and I feel bad when I carry a large thing for no reason and get caught in a place like a threshold.
So I consciously didn’t even look in that direction.
Fortunately, the number of weapons in the treasury was enormous, even excluding long weapons, so it wasn’t enough to show off just by excluding a few types.
‘I’d rather have knuckles or handcuffs.’
Anyway, my favorite weapon is two fists and two legs.
It didn’t seem like it would be bad to go in a way that maximizes its destructive power.
When I told this to Seneca, he understood perfectly and took me to a place where the types of weapons I wanted were gathered.
Thanks to that, it was a time when I was happily picking out a weapon while humming a song.
“Choose me. Human.”
Suddenly a strange voice was heard.
“Well?”
I look around to see what’s going on.
But it was just me, Camilla, and Seneca in the warehouse.
The moment I was about to choose my weapon again, wondering if I was mistaken, someone spoke in a much stronger voice than before.
“If you take me out of here, I will give you infinite glory.”
I also didn’t hear it wrong.
I put down the silver knuckles in my hand and looked around.
Then, his gaze fell on a certain sword.
It was a sword that seemed to draw the attention of the beholder.
I asked Seneca.
“What is that sword?”
Then Seneca shook his head as if he didn’t know why.
“As I said before, I don’t know the history of everything in the warehouse.”
After hearing his words, I nodded, slowly approached, and looked down at the sword that somehow attracted me.
A silver gray sword with runes written on it.
Despite the fact that it must have been neglected for quite a long time in the warehouse, not a speck of dust has accumulated.
I realized that something was written on the sheaths lined up next to the swords.
However, unlike the intact sword, the scabbard side was no different from an antique with traces of the years, so I carefully lifted it up and read the words written on it.
“Storm…Bringer?”
Literally translated, it means to call a storm.
It was a coincidence, but it was a sword that went well with my nickname of a storm mage.
My interest was piqued, so I put down the scabbard and grabbed the handle of the sword.
At that moment, I felt something foreign in my head interfering.
Haha! Stupid human! Now I rule your body!」
“It sucks.”
I immediately cut off the disparate flow of magical power.
“What?!”
Then, someone’s voice flows into my head, and I feel a lot of panic.
Like it or not, I showed the Stormbringer in my hand to Seneca next to me.
“This is the Ego Sword.”
“Oh… Is that so?”
I don’t know who it is, but it’s quite vicious.
To throw a weapon that is no different from a landmine that tries to take out the user’s body as soon as it is picked up is thrown into the treasure chest.
No, rather, it’s a dangerous item, so did you keep it in a place like this?
Still, the performance of the weapon itself didn’t seem bad.
If I’m not mistaken, this demonic sword called Stormbringer is entirely made of Orihalcon.
In fact, there were so many types of weapons in the warehouse that I almost got paralyzed, but it worked out.
For I felt destiny in the name Stormbringer itself more than anything else.
“Um, boss? I did the wrong thing just now, so why don’t you choose a different weapon?”
The ego built into the sword also spoke politely in an urgent tone.
It seems that I instinctively sensed that I was an idiot.
But I had no intention of looking at this cheeky bastard.
“No, don’t look at me. You are mine now.”
As I glanced at Seneca while conversing with the sword’s ego, he nodded in approval.
This is confirmed
“You’ll kill me very painfully by biting me.”
“Yes? Teacher? What are you talking about all of a sudden? How do you kill me Are you kidding?”
“I’m not kidding.”
I don’t need anything like ego in my weapon anyway.
Even if it was there, it was just noisy, and even if it wasn’t there, it didn’t matter at all.
So I plan to melt this sword and make other equipment out of that ingot.
At this weight, I could mix it with other metals and make a set of handcuffs that I could use.
“Teacher! Please! I was wrong! So please take your life… 」
I no longer felt any reason to listen to my complaint, so I put my sword in the scabbard.
Perhaps because of a special magic, the chattering ego built into Stormbringer became silent.
I nodded in satisfaction and asked Seneca to leave.
Then Seneca looked at me with an expression as if he were looking at an alien species, and then took the lead and started walking towards the exit.
It was a very satisfying shopping.
