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#391 Another Holy Sword’s Murmur
🕑 Added 2022-03-07 16:29:57 +0000 UTCIt’s me, Evil-Holy Sword Dreischwartz.
Don’t you remember who I am?
I’m a holy sword owned by someone called a saint.
It’s been helluva loooooong time since I’ve said anything, but I’m still alive.
I’m not surprised if people started thinking I’m dead after my long absence. I mean, I haven’t said a word in ages.
Originally, we holy swords were created by Hades to defeat the human race.
The system was such that seven holy swords were to fight and destroy each other, and the last one to survive became the true holy sword and crushed the human race.
However, a broken holy sword was restored and overturned the dispute.
Then, the demon race defeated the human race and put an end to the war. With that, there was no need for us.
How are we supposed to prove our existence after that?
It’s all over!
Our role as holy swords is over!
We swords don’t have to fight anymore!
The human race has been defeated!
If so, what are we supposed to do now? Why do we still exist?
I brooded my situation for a while.
During this time, I didn’t care what my owner did or how he handled me.
He’d use me as a kitchen knife, a saw, an axe, a sickle, a plane, a chisel, thread scissors, dressmaker’s shears, a cake knife, a butter knife, a yokan knife, or even a food processor!!!
...Haa, haa.
Sorry, I lost my composure there.
But I’m not mad, okay?
Because I am a holy sword without a role.
I should have been thrown away, but I’m grateful that people still find me useful.
Be it food, wood, or stone.
As long as I can cut anything, it’s proof I’m blessed.
In fact, I’ve been enjoying the idea of being able to cut fresh food.
Maybe I should just become a knife; the rest of my days might be more enjoyable that way.
...But, you know?
Isn’t there any turning point for me?
There have been many occasions when my owner has used me as a weapon.
One of the most memorable was when we went underwater.
At first, I wondered what he was thinking! He dipped me, a sword, entirely into the sea. The salt content would’ve rusted me to death!
Or so I thought, but holy swords can’t be defeated by mere saltwater.
And then there’s the battle!
I don’t know what it was, but I was in a series of fights with some of the fiercest mermen ever!
...Well, my owner won against most of his opponents without me.
But the last opponent and his trident, the god of the sea’s weapon! It was just a replica, though.
Battling another divine weapon for the first time got me so stoked!
It reminded me of something I’ve forgotten, that this is what I was originally created for. It was the best moment of my life.
Hm? I sense a big wave approaching.
But wait, let’s not get carried away here.
I know that as a sword when I get cocky, I fall into a pit.
It’s happened to me every time.
That’s why I must be disciplined this time around.
I will not get my hopes up!
As I mentally prepared myself, a further festive situation came upon me.
***
“...Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our exhibition room,” says a man ostentatiously.
I don’t know who he is.
Must be one of the locals they’ve hired.
“You must’ve been wowed with our various pavilions. You’re probably thinking, ‘I’ve been surprised enough; nothing more will faze me.’ However, this expo will prove you wrong... Now, take a look at this treasure and be amazed once again!”
And with that, the man quickly removes the cloth draped over me.
The audience oohs in amazement as they see my blade exposed.
“Behold, a holy sword! Its name is Evil-Holy Sword Dreischwartz, and it is a brother sword of His Majesty’s Einrot! This is the first time it’s being displayed at the Demon Kingdom!”
I can’t believe it! All eyes are on me!
Wow! I haven’t had this much attention since a human picked me up thousands of years ago!
No, the present may be even greater than that!
As expected of the race born from the same creator as me, they know how to appreciate my value!
...Well.
I’ve omitted a few details, so let’s talk about that.
It all started with an event called an expo or something.
That’s what my owner and his friends are into right now.
They were planning on various events and were wondering if they could include a showstopper centerpiece.
Something rare, something famous, something that makes people want to come and see it just by hearing its name.
After much discussion, they chose me!
I was to be the centerpiece of the farm expo!
And so I was placed in a special exhibition hall, surrounded by a crowd of visitors.
An exhibition hall!
A pavilion built just for me!
“So, that’s a holy sword...”
“The same sword His Majesty carries...?”
“What a sinister aura it gives off!”
“Mom, I’m scared...”
They’re looking at me... And they fear me!
At the same time, they look mesmerized...!
That’s right! This is exactly what a holy sword should be!
I guess I am a holy sword, after all! Not a knife, not a saw!
I’m a terrifying weapon that brings death by slashing to all life!
It feels good!
It feels too good!
While I was indulging in the pleasure of being exposed to astonished stares...
“I’m buying it!”
Who said that?
“I’m buying that holy sword! How much? I’ll give you as much as you want! Just hand over the holy sword!”
Who could it be?
A shabby old man among the countless onlookers is screaming he wants to buy me.
The man in charge of the event gives a troubled look and says, “My apologies, sir, but this holy sword is not for sale. It was borrowed with the promise that it would be returned to its owner!”
“Then let me see the owner! I’m going to buy it directly from them! If I have a holy sword like His Majesty, who knows how much prestige my family will get!”
Oh dear.
I don’t blame him for wanting me, but a weakling like him is unfit to be my master.
If you’re not as strong as my current owner, I’m afraid it’s a no from me.
“Wait a minute! That holy sword belongs to me! How much does the owner want? I can pay two hundred gold coins up front!”
“Don’t butt in with your cheap negotiation! I can give 500!”
“One thousand two hundred!”
“One moment, please! This is not an auction! Please stop making bids!!!”
People are fighting over me.
There’s even money involved.
How dare they try to get me for money.
...
***
And then...
My owner noticed me lying at his feet and picked me up.
This is just like the first time we met.
“Hm? Isn’t this my holy sword? Why is it here?”
“Maybe it crawled on its own again? It tends to do that sometimes.”
“What a helpless sword.”
I have my own pride as a sword.
It’s better to have someone who uses me as a knife or a saw every day than to have someone incompetent use me as a decoration.
Especially if the person I deem as my master is the strongest person on earth.
“I told it I’d come back to get it later.”
“It gets lonely easily. The sword misses you more than you know.”
Say what you want.
Anyway, as long as my current owner is alive, I’m not going to be wielded by anyone else.
By the way, when I suddenly disappeared from the exhibition hall, all the visitors were suspected of theft, and no one was allowed to enter or leave the hall until my owner came running with me.
Comments
Kurai1321
Lmao Dreishswartz have rly just gotten used to his life as a ... multipurpose tool
