120 – Wind Shear
The feeling of not being there.
And the feeling that there is something that should not be there.
The clash of the two opposing senses was enough to surprise Serena.
Surprise appeared on Serena’s face as she grabbed something transparent in the palm of my hand. His pupils, like the blue sea, swayed with a murmur.
It was a natural reaction because even though he could clearly feel the flow of the cold wind, even with his own sensitive senses, it would be the limit to vaguely detect the appearance.
“…are you giving it to me?”
Serena raised her hand to a half-clenched fist.
It might seem strange at first glance, but considering that the handle of the sword was in between those clumsily clenched fists, it wasn’t such a strange posture.
It’s just that the handle is transparent compared to how I normally hold a sword.
“You didn’t think I’d make you fight the devil with your bare hands, did you?”
As he spat out those words, he glanced sideways at the devil. He was still standing in place and not moving. It was because the adaptation to the encroaching body was not completely finished.
You will have intuitively noticed that Serena is a formidable opponent, so you will want to be prepared as much as possible.
Red vine stems rose up and down all over his body, covering his entire body. The skin wrapped in vines was grotesque.
Behind her, vines coiled around each other, forming the shape of wings. In the meantime, the blood sucked from the corpses rippled.
Serena shook her head vigorously from side to side.
“No, lord. I don’t. But, if you command me, I will fight even at the cost of my life.”
“Why would I do that? There are so many useful weapons in my mage tower. World Eater also picked up one to give you there. If Serena wanted to, you could use any sword. I gathered all of them for suicide anyway, so I don’t need them. there.”
“How dare I touch your lord’s property. I will only be grateful for your words.”
It really didn’t matter to me whether Serena took the weapon in the basement or not.
Since the purpose of collecting them in the first place was for suicide, as long as it was confirmed that they couldn’t kill me, they were just useless scrap metal to me.
“But if you have anything in mind later, tell me. I’ll bring it to you.”
“I see, lord.”
Serena rotated her wrists, staring at something in her fist.
As expected of Serena, who is extremely sensitive to the flow of mana, it seems that she has already grasped the outline of the sword in her hand to some extent.
“There won’t be anything on the handle yet, but you don’t have to worry about it because I haven’t acknowledged you as the owner yet. It’s the sword I picked up, so I’m the nominal owner now.”
Although I, who is treated as a nominal owner, cannot use it because I do not have mana.
At my words, Serena stirred with her hand the part where the blade should have been. The hand passed around it in vain.
“Now, I’m going to transfer the object that he recognizes as the owner to Serena and you instead of me. Originally, it would only be possible if the person who used it before died, but I’ve never wielded it before, so it’s fine, so don’t worry.”
Thanks to that, I couldn’t even attempt suicide with it.
“Above all, the method of obtaining that sword was a bit special.”
He smiled bitterly as he recalled the time he had obtained it from the now-destroyed Gorge of Storms.
I don’t know who left this sword, but I would have been shocked to see how I got my legacy.
In a place where a storm blows 24 hours a day that can easily tear humans apart, let alone being recognized as the true owner of this sword, he took it without even using mana.
I just took it off my body.
Regenerate as soon as the skin is torn, regenerate as soon as the body is cut into pieces, and so on. It was a behavior I was very familiar with.
The wind blew so damn hard that it often flew backwards, and disasters often occurred where the distance that had been narrowed was widened again.
After all, the only thing left for me was time, so I sweared roughly and climbed up again.
“Wrap it with both hands and wrap it around the mana. You have to wrap it around with the feeling that you’re spreading mana all over the handle.”
Serena held the handle of the transparent sword with both hands and calmly pushed the bluish mana flowing from her body into the sword.
I looked at the devil again out of the corner of my eye. The wings were on the way to being half-finished. Now, the remaining time must be at most one or two minutes.
As if he had sucked in enough mana, something blue appeared in the spot where the sword was supposed to be.
It was the appearance of a vague sword.
“My lord, now tell me what to do next.”
“nothing.”
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to do anything. He’ll take care of it.”
As soon as I finished my words, the blue color shining on the handle of the sword became even more vivid. It was to the extent that even its shape could be captured quite clearly.
“…!”
And in the next moment, a group of blue lights shattered into pieces.
Serena blankly looked down at the palm where the transparent sword had disappeared. Opening and closing his fingers seemed to recall the feeling of a completely broken sword.
“Master, just now…?”
“It’s over. The owner has changed. Not me, but Serena. No. When you first breathed mana into it, it already accepted Serena as its owner, and now it should be completely absorbed into your body.”
Serena’s eyes widened in surprise. It was a rather rare expression.
“But just now, the handle of the sword was obviously shattered.”
“It’s not broken. It’s scattered.”
“……I don’t quite understand. I’m sorry, lord.”
“Take your hand. Think of a sword there.”
Serena clenched her hand as I said while making a puzzled expression.
“ㅡ!!!!!”
And, once again, he had the surprised rabbit eyes.
A storm raged around Serena’s hand. A wind with tremendous wind pressure rushed to Serena and united them as one.
The vague shape of the handle of the sword was revealed between the fists. It was extremely minute, and if I couldn’t see it properly, it was a shape that I could pass off as if it was an illusion.
But it was clearly there. Serena, who turned her wrists around and looked at her hands, proved that.
The vague shape did not stop at the handle, but extended beyond it for a long time. Unlike the first time he took over that sword, the sword body and blade were properly made.
Serena ran her finger down where she thought the blade of the transparent sword might be.
I could barely recognize the overall shape of the sword, but Serena seemed to be able to see right through it.
Or it could be because the sword recognizes Serena as its true owner.
Perhaps to adapt to the weight of the sword, Serena swung the sword a couple of times before holding it with both hands.
Then, the sword began to change.
The handle and sword body, like transparent glass, were revealed to the world. The end of the handle was grooved and relatively thin.
Unlike the World Eater, which had a long cross guard, the transparent sword’s cross guard took the shape of a round sphere with a line connecting to the blade.
Above the handle, a long, transparent sword body stretched out as if it were natural. Compared to World Eater, it was a significantly longer road.
This time it was my turn to express my surprise.
‘Fuck, what is that?’
I only knew that it was a sword made of wind. I really never imagined that I could change like a transparent glass like that.
In the first place, I couldn’t infuse mana into the sword, so making the handle was my limit, so it might have been a natural result.
Serena opened her hand, and the transparent glass sword disappeared as if it were scattered into the air. Then, when he clenched his fist again, the vague shape of a sword was revealed in the palm of his hand.
“……It is a very mysterious sword.”
It was the first impression Serena spoke.
“That’s right. It’s made of wind.”
“Is this also a demonic sword, my lord?”
“No. It’s not from the basement, it’s from the top floor of the Mage Tower.”
In other words, it means that it is not a demonic sword that drives the user crazy or gives disadvantages in exchange for strength.
Although I wonder if such a disadvantage would be meaningful to Serena, who used the World Eater, a sword with demons, well.
“Can you write well?”
“Of course, lord.”
Serena took her unique stance and aimed at the demon with the tip of her transparent sword. Just in time, the demon had just taken on its true form.
“It seems that the transformation is over now. I waited for a long time until it came back to its original form, but shouldn’t there be something coming back?”
“That’s not your point.”
“Yes, yes. You will.”
“I will give you another chance to change your mind, mortal. Give me your body. I will give you death.”
At the title of mortal, the area around my eyes twitched slightly. If I could have died as easily as that title indicates, I wouldn’t have done this shit.
“What if you don’t like it?”
“I’ve already been paid. I’m just fulfilling the deal I said.”
“Even if you accept it, will you fulfill it?”
“Yes.”
So, even if I say no here, since I have already received the sacrifice, I will take my body to fulfill it, and if I say I like it, of course I will take my body.
what is the difference between the two
“He really drops all kinds of shit.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“Yeah, maybe he didn’t lie. Maybe he didn’t lie.”
With a bit of sarcasm, he returned the answer.
“No, you asshole. Are you going to accept that I’m crazy?”
“Then, since I have received the offering, I will fulfill it.”
“Try it if you can.”
With those words, Serena naturally blocked my way. The mana that was wrapped around the whole body released a vicious force.
“My lord.”
“I’m listening.”
“What can I call this sword?”
It seemed that the world eater, which had been used for almost ten years, had already been wiped clean from Serena’s mind. Of course, since I gave the order to destroy it.
That’s the name of that sword. I calmly looked back at the memories of the distant past.
What did the voices from the Valley of Storms call it?
Memories came quickly.
A word that symbolizes the raging wind, and a name that perfectly fits a sword made of wind.
“Wind shear.”
