Chapter 188 – 53. The Trial of Roia (4)
Erti, who said that, looked at the imperial sword with interest.
“It’s a sword with the skills of a Dwarf craftsman. At first glance, it looks like a regular sword used by the cadets here, but it’s actually very different.”
“Can you tell right away?”
“Of course. I am the sword of swords. It’s a holy sword. Although it was ruined.”
As if it wasn’t a big deal, Erti smiled and said.
Cecilia, who made this sword, is a dragon, not a dwarf. But she must have learned her crafting skills from the dwarves. Erti’s keen eye was amazing.
Erti held out her hand. I cautiously handed her my imperial sword. Erti put her sword in her hand.
“It is a well-made and well-forged sword. It seems that everything, from the center of gravity to the length, has been perfectly tuned to your body type and swordsmanship. In addition, the durability of the sword was enhanced with a cryolite core, and elemental elemental attack power was added.”
Not only that, but he also accurately identified the characteristics of my imperial sword.
‘He said he was broken. That’s amazing.’
She even tried to wield the sword lightly. Although she is dressed like a country girl. Erti’s casual drawing of the sword made her speechless for a moment.
‘There’s no superfluity at all.’
I am also a prosecutor who has now entered the realm of an older brother. So, he was able to instantly recognize the level of swordsmanship.
However, even as Erti swung her sword like that, her mouth did not rest even for a moment.
“Hmm. It must be a difficult production technique. And dwarves have nasty personalities and hate humans, so they wouldn’t make swords recklessly, which is surprising. A craftsman who could make a sword like this was rare, even when he was with Atlin. Dwarves, who are called artisans, choose to risk their lives rather than forcibly create things. I couldn’t keep him as a slave.”
Then, in an instant, the blade of the imperial sword shone with milky light. It was different from the Mana Blade that glowed blue.
Refined mana until it reaches a critical point finally releases new energy. The highest level that can be reached as a swordsman.
Aura Blade.
To Erti’s surprise, she put an aura on my imperial sword and unfolded her swordsmanship one after another.
“And the sword that can carry the aura is different. A mana that has been quenched to the limit. If it is a normal sword, it will be destroyed without containing the aura. However, no matter how many cryolite cores there were, a steel sword could easily withstand an aura like this. It’s not common sense. You are blessed.”
But Erti seems to be more excited than me. She swung her sword for a long time, and she felt embarrassed when she realized that I was there too late.
“This. It’s not my ordeal, it’s your ordeal. Excuse me.”
Saying so, he returned the imperial sword to me. Then she put on a slightly sullen look and she said to me.
“But you. I know that he has a smooth face that will be popular with women. Do you flirt with dwarves too? Runes inscribed here. Do you know what it means to love? It’s not even friendship. The love between a man and a woman.”
She added a few words. Runes are ideograms. And it is a magic letter that contains mana in the letter itself.
Therefore, it is impossible to fully respond even if it is interpreted in the imperial language. Erti seemed to be very interested in the word ‘affection’ engraved by Cecilia.
“That is not an ordinary love either. As well as spiritual love. At least between men and women who have mixed bodies. It’s such a rune that contains the sticky lust. Surely you don’t know what that means? Then the person who made it will be disappointed.”
“I know.”
“Oh. Okay. The craftsman who made this sword must have fallen in love with you. But. Your father Riel was also an elf. There will be no hostility towards the demons.”
Erti used to be Agnes’s ring before coming here. My biological father, Riel. To be precise, it seemed that he knew about Lucifer as well.
“But you must have lived as a human being. Aren’t dwarves far out of human aesthetic standards? That’s strange. Did you really fuck with a dwarf woman?”
Erti was misunderstanding. For a moment, it seems that he thought of me as an idealist who had sex with a dwarf. I corrected that fact.
“The craftsman who made this sword is a dragon. Although he learned crafting skills from the dwarves.”
“Dragon? Really? Blacksmith Dragon. I’ve lived a long time, but this is the first time that has happened. It’s awkward just imagining it.”
Then Erti laughed at her single single.
“There’s no way that arrogant race would fall for you, half-human. Apparently, half of your blood was from dragons, not elves.”
Then she said with a smirk like a middle-aged man.
“Come to think of it, even if dragons pretend to be arrogant, in the end they are beasts. That’s why they call their sexuality themselves copulation. How was your relationship with the person who made this sword? To the point of carving the rune of love on the sword like this. It must have sent her to her climax time and time again?”
Apparently, as the main body of this holy sword was destroyed, it seems that the mind was also somehow damaged. I dried Erti.
“Stop it. Erti. Shall we put an end to small talk and guide you through the ordeal?”
“Oh. The chatter is too long. I know. Guide you stand with me I will enter the battlefield.”
Only then did Erti, who finished the small talk, turn around. The moment you say that. Her gaze was on my neck.
“Oh, and wait. That Rosario. Untie it and give it to me.”
Rosario, she said. It was, of course, Agnes’ rosary.
***
‘Rosario?’
For a moment I paused.
Rosario of Agnes. A holy relic of St. Agnes that not only improves stats but also allows you to maintain mental composure at all times.
I have never taken this rosary off my neck since I got it at my ordination.
‘If it wasn’t for that mental stabilizing effect. Because the things I’ve done so far have been impossible.’
Before ice. I, who was just an ordinary person, had perfectly done my job as Julian, the main character with that complex lineage.
The proof is Roia’s Trial at the top tier. And Ertida in front of her eyes.
But without that rosario. Will my spirit as an ordinary human being be able to withstand the weight of the work given to me? It was not expected.
‘If it’s a top tier ordeal… It’s not just the body that’s going to be tough.’
He seemed to have noticed such a momentary anxiety. Erti said.
“The days when I was with Agnes’s ring. Since I worked with Rosario, I know that stuff well. Agnes’ stuff. So it would be warm and reassuring, like being hugged by her mother’s voluptuous breasts. But you’re not here to play, are you? It’s literally Roia’s ordeal.”
Erti was right. As if to confirm the fact, she spoke again.
“And Agnes told me. If you are wearing her necklace. In this ordeal, it must be peeled off. So take it off quickly.”
So that means it must be released. I’ve got all my heart
‘I can’t help it. It’s like relying too much on items.’
Even when there was no Rosario. We have successfully passed the parade in Essenmund. I was anxious but not afraid.
I hope my mind can hold on without a temp. Rosario was released on the spot.
That moment. The system’s notification window was busily activated.
[The mental stabilization effect from the item is gone. – Rosario of Saint Agnes]
[The effect of increasing stats from the item will disappear.]
All the special effects that Rosario provided are gone. Not only that. A special notification window that could not be checked before was newly activated.
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[Synchronization is in progress.]
### Sync target 「Julian von Reinhardt」
: Synchronization progress (…52%)
: Your mind is becoming one with the possessed body.
: I’m getting used to Julian von Reinhardt’s special blood fate.
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‘Synchronization?’
And I could immediately know the meaning of the notification window with my body.
Before the ice. Last winter I spent at the Margrave’s Mansion in Essenmund. If the me at that time had differentiated between me before being possessed and my current body, Yulian.
Now, thinking of myself as Yulian itself has become much more natural.
The son of the Demon King and the son of a saint.
And the legitimate heir of Reinhardt’s blood. All of that fate, I was accepting it as my own mission, not Yulian’s.
‘Indeed. Was it like that?’
After the opening of the Pantheon. All the things I did while living as Julian in earnest.
As long as my spirit wasn’t Yulian’s, I could feel that gap. In reality, Agnes’ Rosario had blocked everything.
‘Without side effects. I guess I was becoming Yulian myself.’
So the impact is less. Synchronization is already over halfway done. Even taking off the rosario, there was no difficulty in thinking of myself as Julian.
When I was silent while checking the notifications from the system, Erti spoke to me.
“Why is that? Oh, sure. This is the backside space. At one time, it was the Great War of Roia. Now it’s a place where something I can’t figure out is sealed. Isn’t it easy to maintain mental power without the help of a holy object?”
In fact, the space behind it was as if it had entered a monster’s dungeon, and an ominous aura pierced its entire body. She is wrong.
Synchronization has already been completed. It seems that its durability has changed from the normal human mind.
‘In other words, the successor of the Demon King and the successor of Reinhardt. And it means thinking as a saint’s son.’
Because that means accepting the mission my body has.
Even without Rosa Rao’s mental stabilizing effect, I was able to endure the level of fraud in this space.
So, in fact, it wasn’t just this back space that confused me.
‘He fucked me too much.’
The feelings that Rosaria bound. The emotion opened up in an instant, and her head was complicated. I didn’t know when Rosario had a calming effect.
Right now, my feelings for the heroine have opened up for a moment.
I had no idea when Rosario stopped the feeling from going any further than liking it. It was different now.
Eirin or Lilia. Other heroines of the highest fate rank. I had a strong physical relationship with them until now.
Any man with a normal mindset. He mixed his body like that, but there was no way his emotions wouldn’t move.
‘Julian… I am still young. Because the heroines I relate to are attractive.’
In the meantime, the feelings for the heroines who had been intentionally blocked soared. That feeling complicated my mind.
As if I was puzzled by my continued silence. Erti bent over her waist and looked at my expression.
“Can you, can you? Although Agnes said you could. If it seems difficult, there is no need to overdo it. Although I am a broken Holy Sword. That’s why I don’t want to give my body to anyone. You can give up. Even if you look like this, she is not an easy woman.”
To those words mixed with a bit of provocation. I was alert.
“No. You can. Erti!”
And I almost told him to shut up his loud mouth. Once endured.
‘Certainly without Rosario, my emotions seem to boil faster than usual.’
In order to pass the ordeal. I needed to get used to this feeling a little more.
Then, he handed the loose Rosario to Erti.
“Hmm. Are you determined? I know. Then I will enter the ordeal.”
After a while The surrounding scenery has changed to a completely different place from the village where the two were standing just a moment ago.
***
As Erti first said. It was a battlefield.
The battlefield was an abyss.
Everywhere was overflowing with corpses of people and beasts. The magic energy that covered the plain reached the sky and made the sun dim.
The screams of death could be heard incessantly. Numerous soldiers were fighting a fierce battle against the Witchbeast.
As much as there is no rosario’s mental stabilizing effect. The despair and fear felt by those soldiers flowed directly into me.
Erti said to me who was silent. She explained about this place.
“This is Essenmund about 100 years ago. There, too, is a plain with the name of Wernigue. Have you ever heard of it?”
“I know. The Battle of Wernigue is often mentioned in history books today.”
“Then it would be easier to explain.”
Erti explained.
Battle of Wernigue. It was the battle that made Atlin von Reinhardt a hero of the Empire as the Lion Swordsman.
Five years ago at the time of the battle. Four Chaotic Gates appeared on the continent.
Among them, Essenmund, which is adjacent to the worst Keiatic Gate and permafrost, suffered severe damage.
He is an Essenmund who is famous for his roughness and worships nothing at all ages. Even at that time, the reputation of the White Night Knights was the highest in the empire.
Even with the White Night Knights and Essenmund’s elite soldiers, the war situation was hopeless. Essenmund lost half of its territories to the south of the demons.
And this place. Bernige Plain. The Wernigue Plain was a plain located in the middle of Essenmund. So, the Wernigue Plain is the gateway to the Empire.
If you break through here. The future of not only Essenmund but also the central region where the ecliptic is located could not be guaranteed.
“The rest of the Keiatic Gates would have been a threat to the Continents, too. Still, I couldn’t compare it to permafrost. At the time, permafrost was the only Keiatic Gate that created an imperial-class nest.”
Just as Erti had said, the Demonic Beast Corps advancing on the Vernige Plain was of an imperial level.
The beast corps that have already been realized in the imperial nest. The boss who leads that monster army, the head monster, was a type 1 monster.
‘Beyond type 1. The most evil witch. Fallen angel Graiel.’
I recalled the name of the named monster left in the history books.
And for a moment. My gaze witnessed a clear light flickering in one place on the battlefield.
‘That one?’
The one who created that light. It was a female swordsman with long, yellow hair as dark as the sun. The moment she cut off the head of the beast, she looked back at the place where the two were standing.
The female swordsman’s face was exactly like Erti’s. At the same time, Erti chanted.
“Atlin.”
So far, I can’t even think of Erti who was mischievous. It was a short sentence filled with countless emotions.
