It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It - It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It chapter 187

187. The holy sword banished from the warrior party

[Hero? What is that…]

Until now, Cream hadn’t been like a hero.

She lost the Great War and Chuck, did not try to find the demon king, and did not engage in religious activities. Of course, she did not show the distribution and generosity befitting a warrior.

The last thing she did as her hero was the long-awaited ‘hero appointment ceremony’. After making a name for herself in her world, she wandered as she pleased, taking only her rights and forsaking her duties.

What happened after that? These are the things I did with ‘Adventurer Cream’, not ‘Warrior Cream’. Although everyone knows it’s a clumsy blindfold, in this old society, cause is more important than you think.

“You know, too.”

[·······.]

“You don’t fit in with this group.”

Nevertheless, the reason why she wielded her authority as a warrior to her heart’s content was because she possessed a holy sword, as well as her hero’s ability to handle the three divine powers at the same time.

Isn’t that why the holy sword, which had a different set of values from ours, could also be with Cream’s waist?

And now, when Cream says she will throw away her holy sword.

[······Do you intend to quit being a hero?]

“No, no.”

Cream looked up at her distant void for a moment and reached out her hand. At her fingertips, she danced with the three powers blooming, but she soon coalesced into one and faded away.

Her white darkness shimmered along her long, thin fingers. Pure whiteness with no flaws to be found. Nevertheless, its essence is darkness, and it was a mass of contradictions that naturally aroused displeasure to the viewer.

“You know, too. The hero’s mission, at will, can’t, can’t be given up.”

Yes, it is a duty imposed by the gods. When the hero’s role is fulfilled, the hero loses all power, but there is no way to escape from the hero’s destiny other than to make the demon king appear in the world.

Seonggeom also knew that fact better than anyone else, so he was silent. How many former masters and former warriors she had seen the end of.

“Literal, literal, meaning.”

Cream pulled out the holy sword with her other hand and slowly brought it to the blade of Aries, the holy sword.

“The hero’s journey will continue. But.”

It’s just that there’s no place for the holy sword anymore on that trip. I was surprised at first, but soon agreed. Yeah, it had to be like this.

She has a very different mindset from us. Above all, I did not know the details of the ‘secret’ between me and Cream. Choco witnessed my deity in the dungeon. A mysterious muffin that seems to know more than I do.

But what about the holy sword? She didn’t see or hear anything. You can guess from just a few clues, but you’ll never get to the point.

All that remains is a feeling of discomfort that lingers in the heart. Even though he should have known that fact better than anyone else, the holy sword rejected Cream’s words.

[I can’t leave.]

And then, Cream grabbed the blade of the holy sword as it was with her hand flowing with white darkness.

Jijijijik!

[Keuugh!]

The power of white darkness that chews and swallows anything. And the inviolable (EX) power that never breaks. It was the power of the hero and the power of the holy sword, but both were far from sacred.

The white darkness rising from Cream’s hand and the intangible power surrounding the blade of the Holy Sword collided and sparked. But the superiority and inferiority were clear.

Pazu means. Pazz. With a strange sound, the intangible power surrounding the holy sword was being gnawed away little by little. True to its lofty reputation, her sacred sword has not yet been broken, but the protective power surrounding her has rapidly diminished.

[This, crab, what…]

However, even after being attacked, the holy sword killed her blade so that Cream’s hands would not be cut. She gritted her teeth and silently endured the force that came upon her.

[Heuk!]

“Whoa.”

Just before the white darkness broke through the intangible protection and directly touched the blade of the holy sword, Cream withdrew her hand with a sigh. Her arms were shaking weakly.

The White Darkness she wields is certainly powerful, but it is also too dangerous a power to wield with her mortal body.

It seems that it was impossible for Cream to derive that power without borrowing any tools. I saw her fingertips crumbled like powder of light, then restored by being enveloped in the divine power of her source.

Although it was a difficult move for Cream, she could have broken her holy sword if Cream wanted. If it wasn’t, it was just that the action was meant as a threat.

“Go back.”

No matter how much Cream showed that she hated her holy sword, she wouldn’t have gone this far. Everyone was astonished at her uncharacteristically violent behavior.

But what surprised me was the Holy Sword’s reaction rather than the cream. Despite being in such direct danger, the holy sword did not fight back against Cream at all.

Of course, there was a huge difference between trying and not even trying, no matter what the Holy Sword’s ability could do.

[I can’t do that.]

However, instead of expressing doubts about the Holy Sword or expressing hostility, she said those words with a voice that still had a bit of pain left on her.

Doesn’t break. Doesn’t break. It wasn’t just the blade, it wasn’t just her body. The appearance of the holy sword that suppresses even her own survival instinct with her strong will…

In my opinion, it was a bit annoying.

[Why are you so clingy? The reason you follow Cream in the first place is because Cream is a hero, right? Wouldn’t it be better for both of you to just wait for the next hero that suits your taste, rather than suffering while following Cream?]

A word mixed with ridicule. After a moment of hum and trembling, the holy sword spoke as if she let out a sigh.

[I will not deny what you said.]

[Then…]

[But my mission is to serve the hero. I am the sword of the warrior, and choosing my master is not my will, but Heaven’s choice.]

It was only the beginning of the words, but I could easily guess the words that would follow. It doesn’t look like you have any intention of giving up.

[Karbal, I won’t completely deny what you said. I couldn’t get out of my emotions either. In particular, the evils and crimes committed by the hero of this generation, Cream-sama, are certain… There were only things that were unacceptable to me.]

The Holy Sword- Aries was fundamentally different from us.

She knew how to protect the weak, she knew how to sympathize with sorrow, she knew the weight of sin, and she could count someone else’s pain.

The only ego weapon that has not corrupted its mind even after enduring hundreds of years. A witness of absolute goodness with the warriors who are protected by the three gods.

She had to hang out with me, with her strength and personality at its peak, and I saw countless times that a god-sent taboo was violated right in front of her.

[Nevertheless, I am a warrior’s sword.]

Nevertheless, Aries was a hypocrite.

The sword that decapitated the most demon kings was silent just because the person who committed the crime was a hero. He understood pain and sorrow more than anyone else, but turned a blind eye to all the evils.

The holy sword said that all of this was just following the will of the three gods, but I could easily figure out that it was her will, not anyone else’s.

An abnormal obsession similar to what cream looks like to me. However, if the object of Cream’s obsession was only ‘me’, the object of Aries’ obsession was the proposition itself of ‘hero’ rather than the hero.

[I can guess why you are doing this to me. Something······. Are you trying to tell a very profane and ominous story? You don’t want me to hear that story.]

Even if it wasn’t Cream, but someone else, Aries would have said that if the opponent was a hero.

[It’s okay. Any sin, if it is your will, if you will.]

The soft sunlight that flowed from the holy sword embraced Cream.

[I will be silent.]

Cream was silent for a moment. I couldn’t see her face because it was hidden by her hair because she lowered her head to look at her holy sword.

Through the bond of soul, I will be able to understand her feelings and thoughts to some extent, but cream has always been difficult for me. No, maybe I’m just bad at ‘hearing’ something.

One thing is for sure, little by little I started to listen to Cream.

“Really?”

Very faintly, incomprehensible emotions permeate little by little. A mild dislike that does not measure up to hatred or loathing. Pity. Sympathy. And annoying.

“Even if that is, against □, repulsive, repulsive?”

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The shaman circle drawn by Cream worked. The offerings she placed on the camp turned to ashes and scattered, and the smoke she burned formed a dome-like shape that blocked the sunlight.

Now I can grasp the meaning of the spell. A congratulatory message to create a kind of sub-space, like the dungeon used by the followers of the Dark Church. But much narrower and more unstable.

Even that instability was intentional. This temporary sub-space, vaguely caught in the cracks of space, was a step away from the eyes of the gods.

It’s not at the level of completely neutralizing the divine protection like the ‘trap’ prepared by the cults of the Dark Church.

[Yes, at least the conversations in this space will not go into the ears of the gods.]

As Muffin so kindly explained, we were the only ones who could hear the conversation being held here.

Why are you so excited to talk about something? I quietly looked around. Cream, whose emotions are as difficult to read as ever. Even in such an unfamiliar space, Choco seems carefree.

And, just for this moment, I am stuck in the middle of the muffin and the magic staff that are nailed in the air, away from Choco’s arms. It was clear what the group meant.

In the end, Aries was not invited to this place.