Chapter 6: UNHoly Sword

Honestly, I’ve fainted so many times, it’s almost like some being out there is only getting amusement by watching me suffer, can’t be the Goddess though. That’s for sure.

 

I find myself in darkness once again, probably because my eyes are closed.

 

The only difference from my previous experience would be that I feel something soft under my head.

 

Two guesses as to what it is, not boobs that’s for sure.

 

Yup, the legendary lap pillow. How do I know this? I have over-affectionate moms and sisters.

 

Oh? I suppose I should get up now...but it’s comfortable…

 

“Good morning Master, I hope you found my lap to your liking”

 

The moment I heard that cool but slightly soft voice my eyes shot open.

 

Her red eyes stared at me, without an ounce of emotion, silently judging me for all that I am…

 

“Pardon me if I anger you Master, but your sleeping face was extremely cute”

 

She smiled a soft smile at me as she slowly brushed my hair. I’m already in love, does she want me to be obsessed with her now?

 

“Y-yeah...Thanks, your smile is really cute too”

 

Her smile was still in place, but her cheeks seemed to get just a little bit redder. With great reluctance, I extracted myself from her lap. Oh, how it pains me to do so…

 

As I was doing some light exercise to get rid of the soreness, another more chipper voice resounded behind me.

 

“Ah! Good morning Master!”

 

Bel ran up to me with a basket in hand, while exaggeratedly waving her hands.

 

When she got close she put down the basket and took care of the creases on my clothes. When she finished she once again picked up the basket.

 

“Master, I was only able to gather some fruits for breakfast, I’m sorry I couldn’t prepare a more appropriate meal”

 

“It’s fine, we left without much preparation anyway. Its to be expected, I just hope you picked some delicious fruits”

 

Ending my words with a smile which I absolutely did not practice in front of the mirror hundreds of times, I took one of the fruits I was offered and bit into it.

 

It tasted like an apple, but sweeter, I could get addicted to this taste.

 

I looked around my general vicinity while I was eating the apple(?) we looked to be in some sort of ancient ruins on top of a hill, there were pillars that formed a circular perimeter on the horizon, while the trees grew at weird angles and formed strange patterns, I just chalked it up to one of those things and enjoyed my apple(?). I have a really big sweet tooth.

 

“By the way Master, the priestess who saved us informed me to tell you should go and see her when you wake up”

 

At the mention of the priestess, I froze mid-bite. Most people would be scared of the power she had shown, me? I was still in awe at her sheer cuteness.

 

And those sparkles around her...That must be caused by her devout faith in her god.

 

Maybe she lied about being a priestess, and she’s actually a Saintess.

 

I looked at my two maids, Risa was currently lying against the tree having a nap, and Bel just looked at me with sparkly eyes. My maids are extremely cute as well.

 

“So, where is she?”

 

Bel pointed at a cave not far from where I was, I cocked my head sideways, I didn’t register this cave when I was looking around a few seconds ago, weird.

 

“Thanks, Why don’t you take a nap too, I don’t know how long this might take”

 

Bel shook her head

 

“Don’t worry Master! Unlike Risa who stayed up all night looking at your sleeping face, I made sure to get some sleep as well!”

 

Choosing not to question her words, I finished the apple and walked towards the cave. The first thing I noticed was the ancient writing on the cave, the letters seemed to squirm and writhe as I looked at them, must be an unholy place.

 

Walking deeper into the cave, it didn’t take long before I met the priestess.

 

As expected of a devout priestess, she was praying and only stopped when she noticed my presence. She got up from the floor and wiped down her skirt, her frilly attire somehow swaying and sparkling...in this dark cave with no wind. But hey who am I to question reality?

 

As I was fascinated by her adorable visage, she stepped in front of me and smiled.

 

“I’m gladdened that you are alright now, you fainted so suddenly that I was really worried”

 

S-she really is an angel, I’m pretty sure I was rude to her before she fainted, now she’s worried about me, is this what shame is? Curse my tsundere tendencies.

 

“Yes, I’m okay now; sorry for worrying you”

 

She just waved me off and continued smiling.

 

“Now that you’re awake, I believe I should tell you that my Lord intends for you to draw the holy sword from the stone”

 

She gestured behind her. And that’s when I noticed it,

 

A plain sword shackled to the ground. Tendrils of darkness covering it and the ground around it, I tried using [Appraisal] and my eyes started burning, like something was forcefully trying to enter my eyes, clawing and gouging its way in. 

 

Â̴̝̝͕ͪ͑ ̡̮͖̟̼͔̘ͪ͌̓f̣̖̭̫͚̝̂̔ͯi̦͙͂̊ͦ̊͘e̙͆ͅlͥ͛ͅḓ̍͗̓ͦͬ̐ͣͅ ̰̪̜̰̬̒̏̂ͫ̑ͫo̺̾ͫ͘f̣̭̩̞͙͙͂̍͂̌ ̸̜̤̯̭̝ͨ̌̉́̑̇͊w̳̆̂̉̆e̡͈ͣǎ͈̮̆p̨̻͈͎̳̟͈͇ͯͥͩ͌ͬ̔o̢͔̩̞n̝̠̅̊̉̀͋̚s̫͙̟͙̲̆͒͗.͈̒ͩ

̬̝͇̹̔͆͋͝ͅ

̅̄̋̓̽A̙̭͎̻ͯ̇͆ͪͭ ͩ͂ͮ̾ͣͯ̕t̹͍͉͔̟ͤ̔̃̐͗̈̅r̼̯̫̩͎͌ͧ̔̓̾u͍̲̼̤̾̓̋̿͝t̵̖͕̪͔̦ͣͮh̰̪̼͙̻̱̍̈́ͦ̽ ͎̝͙̮ͧͪ͒d̳e̪̺͕̠̙ͨͫ́n̫̯̦͔̳̲̳͛͟ǐ̧̬͕͕̳̗̜͌e̶͎ͭͧ͛̅͛d̢̦̣̰̲̣̳̽ͫ͗͗ͭͅ.̞͔̠

͉ͫ͌̽̚

̌̐̾̾ͨ̿͏̪͎͇͉͎̮͖F̶͒̍̚l̵̳̲̼͂̇ͯà͇̖̺͔́ͅm̨̉̿e̵͕͍͈̹̱̯ͮ̋̍̾̍sͣͪ̅ͥ ̛̟̭̜͍u̺ͭ̉͊́̂̾n̪̋̒b̢͖͈̠̞̙̣̓ͯo̠̪̼̭̹ͯ͛͌͐̉͞u͕̯̻͉̪̮͜n̘̬͖͙̿͞d̔̀ͩ͑̍̔̚͢.͍̈́̃̓ͫ

̶͉̹͕̊͐ͦͤͩ̅̚

̡̉Ȧ̛̪̮n̫̭͉̞̺͖̲̄͑̂ͬͫ̚͢g̶͚͚̭̩̅̿̋ẹ̏͊r̆̐̈́̀̃́͏̺.̞ͣ̇ͦ̈͒̆͑

̫̞̰͓̮̗̟͆

A͇̍́ͦ̇͐ͯͣ ͔̑͑̀s̻̻̰̳̰̜͝e̻̞̭̬̳̟͜a̮̠͖̰̟ ̘̰̜̪̌̅̽͋́̃ͪ͡o̶̹̞̗̙̍f̳ͅͅ ͙̘͛ͥbl̘͛͗ͣ͒͆̅̃ͅọ͍̮̝͚ͬͮ̅ͬ͊͛͘ỏ͕̞͇dͧͧ͂ͩ͛̑̚.̴͉̤͓̗̰́ͨͤ̔̔̇̚

͖͕͖͈

̟̞̞̤̝̋̋̒̿͂A͓̰̬͚̼ͨ̿̓͜ ̫̫̦̯̯̀ḑ̪͇͖̥ͩͥͨ̑r͏̱̻̜̹̗ͅạ͈̣̖͔͂̉͆ͭͨg̡̯̫͔̲̝̓̽̓ͅȍ̭͖̭̥͝n̲̖̗̭̭̍̊̒'̤̰̓̆̚s҉̻̤̯͕ ̜̞͓̘̬̹̽̎̈w̥̫̱͓̻̬r̥ạ̛̪̟̳̪t̰̘͍͈̞̰̼ͭ̊̂̌ͭh̴̤̼̲͖̼̻̙̋̐͂̒ͨͧ.̘͖͉̯̰̑̐́̎͑̈́ͅ

̟̦͔̙̳̼̟̕

̶͕̥̗̫͉̈́H̭̯͈̞̒̐̌̎̓̀e̙̗͇̜̺͆̾̌̐ ͎͚ͪͩ̏ͩ̌ͤc̬͍̩͔̰ͫ̔͡ö̖̗̣ͬͯ̔͛̈́͠m͈̼̭ͥ̎e̡̅̐s̺͓̭͔͖͍̐̔͂͂͆ͤ.͔̂ͩ̂́ͨ

̝̣̖̮ͭ̃̿ͪ

ͥ͛̐̿T̶͙͍̙̮̍̐ͮ̆h̎ͨ̀҉̗̩̰̙̻̦e̲̫̮͔̝͛̇͆̓ͪ ̖͒̀̇e̫ͩ́͑͝ḿ̤͆ͦ̂b̴̘͕̰̊ͩͨe͙̭̫͕̱̘͉ͤr̜͓̭̽ͬͯ̑̔ͩͭ͝s̳̰̖̫̫̬ ͖̗̝͙ͥͩ̾ͨ̾̚ͅo̤͍͚̘̪̞̐̐̂̑f͒҉͍̮͇̘̠̻ ̧̺̖̱͙͕̤͕h̳̬̪̫̞̙̆̃͒́i̷̱̓ͅs͈̞̤̱̰͖̞̍̿ͮ̓̚ ͓̞̩̯̬͍̗̽ͭ̒bͣ̊ṙ̴̞͎̼̫̝̫ͮ̓̅͒e͕̺̩̘͈ͮa̢ͮṫ͐̽h͇͖̼͈̤̽̆̓̄̉ͣ ̔ͤ҉̮ḑ̲͑ͩ͑̐͐ͨ͆e̬̺v̰͚͈̪͇͙ͭ̐̑́́ͣ̽ḁ̦͇̜̩̫̥̎̓̂̌͜s̟̲͍̳̱͇ͧ̈́̍ͩ̂͐͑t̢̥̼̟̹̱ͅa̯̬̮̹̹̭ͮ̐̐͆̅́ṭ̪̩͍̦̘͒̈́ͥ̈͋e̮͔̬̙ͮ̄ͬ͌ͦͥ ạ͙̝̠ͮͭ̃̀̍l͌̂ͮ͋͝l̡̳̹̦̝̯̖̣.̖̲̣̜̤̲̘ͬ

̤͉̉͐̋͘ͅ

̅͐̂ͩ͂̚͝B̷͖̑̒U̳̙̞̤̳͉̥͂̀̃̂ͤR̟̭̮̩̠͎̎ͮ̑ͨ̓ͫ̚Ń̸̺̂̀̓̋!̫͍̗̩͋ͣ͆ͮ̀ͪ̏ͅ ̈͐͑ͫ̐͏͓̥̞B͎ͤ̃̒ͫ́͌̕U̔̀R̛̟̰̖͈͓ͅN̙̙͎̫ͭ̌ͯ̌!̘̺̼͉̹ͫ̋̄̇͘ ̴̮͆́B͖͍̲̹͆Ű̘̈̚͡R͈̟͂̊͗̋̚̚N̰͛́!̣̣͎̩͙̜

͓͖̻̫̙̰̓ͦ̈́̓ͮ͗̚͟

͈A͙̲͙͚̼̼͌ͬͣ͐͒̚̕ ̹̺͙̓ͦͩ̈͒̚f̳ͮ̑ͧͨ̋̔l̜̻̪̲̎͑̿a͙̼̭͐ͦͥ̎͌ͨͭ̀p͉̥̫̊ͩ̌̈́̿̓ͬ͘ ̴o̺͈̘̬̩̥̕f͔̼̰̜̮̹̌͐̑͛ ̗̥̘̣͎͉̉̉ͨ̈́̉͡ͅh̙͇̪ͯi͉͈̩̗̙̦s̡͎͙̞͈ͤ̊ ̵͈͒̃̇̔̽ͯw̶̟̠̤͚̄͛i̶n̸̦ͨ̉g̬̭ͩͫ̎̿͋̇ͬs͔͍̝̟̗͎ͣ͗̀͊͊ ͈̰̮͡ͅt̖̑ê̲̺͔͍̓̋̉ͅa̢̺̻͉̙͛͛ͅr̗͐̎͌̀ͪ͟s̹͕͖̲̐͆̑ͦ̿ ̣̭̹̳̣̇͐ͥ̅̓t̘͇̼̆̂̉hͯ̒͑́̃͌ė̆̋̐̓ͦ ̰͇͚̎ͭ̏͋̑͟s͕̉̂͊ͤͧk͈͖̠̯̻̖̥͋ͯͮ̑y̝̻̍̅͊̋ͩ̃.̟̠̭͈͍̲̭͒͗̉ͥ̃ͬ͠

̨͖̥͎̳͓͈͋͒̾ͩ́̈́

̕T̵̮̩̫̥̱̯̞̒̓́͒̚E͑ͫͤͭ̾̚҉̥̖͔̞ͅA̰̟̟ͩ͛̇ͪ́͞R̸͉̹̣̭͓͐!̪̙̄̂͒͗̋͝ ͍̳ͩ͊͌͟T͓̬̥̹͒̄ͬͥ̍ͩE͕̹ͪ̓A̱̳͓̩͆͐ͅR͎̓͐̀̍̽!̭̰͎̯̳͊ ̯̳͕͆ͣ̇ͧ̍T̠̲̙͚̖̤E̓ͦ͏̟̣̗ͅA̜̹̫̮̮ͧͫ̽ͅR̊͂̊̃̿̄̊!̴͚̹̖̬͇̪

̮̦ͭ́

͕̤̥̥̍̓T̸͇̰̻̖̖̭h̦̣̩̣̜͞e̳͍͈̥̐̾̊̏͂̚ ̶̥̤̘̩̊ͥ͆̓̋ͧeͭ̑ͭͫ̚d̠̮̃̃̀ͥ̏ͨǵ̪̼̮̙̘͖̌ͥe͍̪̘͞ ̨͙͉͗͌ͬo͚͉͚͑͗͊͂͝f̧̓̆̏͋ ̱͠h̟̺̭̄ͧ̈́̎ͬ͆i̱̬͓̭͉͖̙ͤ͛̋̊̀́s͔̠̠̺̗͚ͯ̽ͯ̈̈́͑ ̤̫̥̮̪̇̽ͮͯ̾̕c̨͙̼̝̲̒ͫ͐̐̎ͅl̷͎͈̯͎̗͌ͥ̾̂ͦͩa͌w̡̳̮̠̘̩̪͚̎ͦ̎s̺̣̺̹̈̄ ͩ̈ͧ͞r̵̮̙ͬ̽ͣ́ẹ̗͍̣̯͍ͩn̜̼̙ͤͥ̀d̺͙̦̘̏ͯ̇̅ͨ͝ ̗̙̏ͣ̓̃̈̀l̶ͬ͌͑̓e͖͓ͪ̎͌͋ĝ̞̮̟̠̱̱̈́ͫ͋͛ͥ̇e͉̺̻̦̮̳̾̃̀n̺̳̥̭̰͘ͅd̻̔̿̃͊ͯͯs̩̥ͦ͋͂ͦ̋͒̕ ͓̻͈̘̙ͩ̿͋̍̊̅͠a̐ͭ͗͏͇̳͙p̧ͫ̒̾̄ͅḁͧͫ̿r̷͕̱̫̻͚̝̥ͮͥͣ̈́̽ͤ̒t̬ͭͥͯ̉̓̐̉͘

̲̖͈̬̮̻͕ͫ̉́̃̎̈́̿

̡̈́ͦ̓̓̍̍F̫͂̎́̊̔͟*̸̜͈̝̼̠̤̇̇͆̊*̩̘̜̗̭̹͙̓ ͉̓̉̔*̰̲͍̰̋̈͗̀ĭ̜̲̫͔͍̱̔͐̃͌̒*̘̖̥̅ͩ̚ ͈̳͙̼̭͛̑̓̆*͈̲͓̳͔̈́ͦa̩̻̼͇̖ͦ͂͗ͮ̈́̈́ͅt̅̓*͚̱̭̰̲̮̥ͭ͂͛̿͊̚̚ ̤͖̂͡*͇̟͍̦̗̏̍*̴͔̫̞̹̟̹̖̾͗ͯ͐

̹̟͉̦̹̫̓͋̄̎ͯ͐̚

͗*͞*͍̼͇ͩͨ*̺ͮ̀ ͉̗͖̺̤̗̋̌̾̽͌ͬ͘*̬̥̲̣̙͇͙̌ͫͦ͋ͣ͐*͔͓̬͎̹̓̊ͤͭ̐*̷̼̭ͦͧ̉̆̓

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*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ

*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ

 

*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ

*̤̗̲̼ͯ͋̆͌̚͢*̠̪͈̻̰̣*͇̫̦͇͖̩̰̄̓ͯ̈̐ͦ͡*͔̹̱͐ͩ̇̇ͪͦͮ͝*͓ͩ͗ͩ͐̓ͫ̍*͓͕ͦ̄̓*̻̱͓̗̻͇̫͢ ̞̖̩̪̮͙ͧ́͋͛́͡*̴͙*̬̜̘̩͕̉ ̸͈͈͍͎̟ͪͬͩ̈ͅ*̢̋͆ͪ͋*̥͓͙̺̣̦̲̌̊̈́̋͞*̤̳̼͈̑̈́̅̑̓͑̔͡*̳̩̅̇ͬ̋͊̄ͧ

[Eyes of Truth] Activated, U͖̗̮̝͚ͮ͂̃̏̓ͦ̈́ͦ̏N̠̳̤̘̲̹͎̑ͧ̓̓͜K̨̧̬͓͎͇̗̲̹͑ͭͬ̌͋͛̾Ņ̛̦̱ͦ̌ͮͦ̚͝O̶͙̜̜̗͎̫̫ͤ̆̓W̡̦̿ͣͧͭ̆͆̃ͫͤ͡N̘̫̹͉̈́̊̽ͤ͠ has taken pity on your mortal mind.

 

When I came to, my hand was already on the hilt of the sword, the dark tendrils burned away in silver flames, the chains rusted away and broke apart. The sword sliding out easily from its resting place. A place where it had slept for millennia.

I could feel it, the sword’s presence filling up a void in me, I didn’t even know I had.

 

{So, a worthy wielder has finally appeared? Oh, how long has it been? You’re my first wielder. So take responsibility and wield me forever. Together we shall slay all heretics}

...As usual, I’m always getting into weird stuff huh.