Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 274 Right. Let's say that's possible. The dark-colored armor made from the power of the Magic Sword. The Magic Swordsman completely consumed by it. To say he wasn't in a state of being controlled by the Magic Sword, let's just go with that. It was a flimsy excuse, but one that could be made as a temporary measure to smooth over the situation. However- -It hurts... it hurts... please stop... this wretched thing...didn't we promise... The owner of this pain-filled wretched groaning sound is a Magic Sword? "Hmm..." The group in the shadows. The man at their lead let out a small groan. He was already certain that the elves were related to the Magic Sword. If not, there was no reason for them to interfere with their confrontation with the Magic Swordsman. In such a situation, their main focus could be called 'degree.' To what degree are they connected to the Magic Sword? Also, to what degree are they deeply engrossed in the Magic Sword? "Crazy elves." That was the man's conclusion about them. It was no longer sarcasm or anything else. The elf's answer was far too absurd to be an excuse for defusing the situation, and far too poor to be a joke meant to lower their guard. To begin with, were elves the type to casually throw jokes at humans they just met? Were they the type to calmly attempt conversation? Based on various evidence, the man reached one conclusion. "It's an elf whose mind is not intact. We don't know what they might do, so everyone stay on guard!" The man instructed his companions. In fact, even before the man gave instructions, they had already entered maximum alert posture. "Have they lost their reason, dominated by the Magic Sword's power...!?" "An expression as if emotions have been castrated. On top of that, even insane rambling. It's certain." "Seeing they can't display sanity, it doesn't seem to be a very high-level domination-" Behavior that seemed to defend the Magic Sword. On top of that, even a shoddy mental state(?)! Based on the elf's condition, it was easy to infer that she was currently not in her right mind! "We are. From now on. Going to seal. The Magic Sword. If you interfere. We will consider you. An enemy too." The man at the front spoke slowly while emphasizing his sword. It was an attitude as if persuading a dim-witted beast. "Ah...! Karoer squeezed her eyes shut. 'How did I end up being treated like this...!' This was the part that disturbed Karoer the most at the moment. She could understand the humans' reaction. She could understand why they reacted that way and treated her like a beast dominated by the Magic Sword. If their positions were reversed, she too would have shown such a reaction! The High Elf decided to acknowledge her own arrogance. The arrogance of thinking she could resolve matters related to it as a third party! "Ri, Risir-..." The High Elf felt severe dizziness as she called that name. What she had keenly felt during the short time. There was no one else who could handle this chaotic situation. -Yo, you there...!!! Then. The Magic Swordsman spoke to the High Elf. -You, are you calling this guy right now...! "They've started communicating!" When the elf and Magic Swordsman began to converse, their tension reached its peak. The group concentrated on their conversation with all their nerves on edge. They didn't know. The Magic Swordsman. That ominous being's voice was trembling like a baby deer looking for its mother. -He... told me... not to disturb his rest unless absolutely necessary... but... if you're calling him... it would be okay to wake him from this rest...? """...""" The elves' expressions stiffened awkwardly. How could that be called a Magic Sword that recklessly wields lives? It's a pitiful child who met a kind neighbor while suffering from domestic violence. -I... I don't know about this... This is surely... something you elves instructed...! Ah! A great commotion arose among the group. The dark armor spat out a man. The Magic Sword's domination had ended for the time being. "What is this-" They knew well the viciousness of Magic Swords. That ominous thing- No, that ominous being swings recklessly until the life in its grasp literally breaks. For a Magic Sword to liberate its host before they were completely destroyed. It was an extremely rare occurrence. "Lord Delron, over there...!" "...!!!" However, the moment they confirmed the host's condition, they immediately understood. Splash! Splash! It was the moment the man was liberated from the armor. From the head area, a large amount of blood that had pooled inside the helmet overflowed and soaked the surrounding grass. "Kheok...!" The source of the blood was clear. The man whose eyes regained light immediately vomited blood from his mouth. Moreover, his face had several blood trails running from his eyes to his jaw. Perhaps that's what it would look like if blood poured out from every hole in his face? "What kind of terrible...!!!" The leader of the group called Delron turned pale. He had seen many victims sacrificed to Magic Swords before, but this was the first time he'd seen such a terrible state. "Damn it, this cursed thing!!! What the hell does it think humans are!!!" Delron shouted and unconsciously stepped backward. Fearing that the dark Magic Sword fallen on the ground might suddenly lunge at him! Fearing it might make him end up in the same state as that man! "Hey! Snap out of it!!! We don't know when the Magic Sword might try to dominate you again!!! Get away from that thing right now!!! We'll cover you!!! Can you hear me!?" "..." Light gradually returned to the man's eyes. "..." The first action the man took after regaining his senses. It was none other than retrieving the Magic Sword. He reached out his hand toward the dark sword fallen on the ground. "No!!!" "...!" Delron put strong force into his voice. That shout, which surprised even Lunadien and Karoer, completely awakened the man's half-conscious mind. The man's gaze, which had been fixed on the Magic Sword, turned toward Delron. "Ohh...!!!" Delron's party let out exclamations of admiration. The Magic Sword's domination. To regain one's ego while still under the influence of that power! "I see, so that's why-" They seemed to vaguely understand. The reason the man was able to escape the Magic Sword's domination! Despite his youthful appearance, the man possessed remarkable mental strength. "What... is happening...?" The man spoke as if he had just woken from sleep. Delron's party considered this their last chance to save him from the Magic Sword. Delron examined the man's condition once more. Even while nearly drowning in his own blood, he seemed to show an obsession with the Magic Sword. 'Is he intoxicated by the Magic Sword's power...!' The euphoria brought by the Magic Sword's power precedes the pain. It was a typical symptom commonly seen in Magic Swordsmen that ultimately drives them to ruin. 'He probably doesn't even know what state he's in right now.' "Lord Delron! What should we do! Should we subdue him now, before he grabs the Magic Sword again!?" Delron shook his head. "No! Now that the Magic Sword's dominance has temporarily weakened might be our last chance! We need to make him recognize his own condition and abandon the Magic Sword through his own will!" Delron's voice as he spoke was highly elevated. "Perhaps we might be able to figure out a way to break the Magic Sword's domination." "...!" A clear gleam appeared in their eyes. They, who considered themselves adversaries of Magic Swords, were now feeling hope from the man's appearance. "Hey! You, what's your name!?" "...Risir." "Yes, Risir!!! Focus on my voice! You must never lose focus! There! Look down!" "Down...?" Risir looked down. The blood that had pooled in the helmet had overflowed and thoroughly soaked the area around it. "Do you see!? What kind of foolish thing you've done!?" "..." Risir could not understand the situation. Certainly, he had separated from the group and was resting while leaving various things to the Magic Sword. But when he opened his eyes again, strangers had appeared and were disturbing his rest. They said. Do you see what kind of foolish thing you've done? 'What... did I do...?' Forcibly awakened from sleep, Risir's still drowsy thoughts functioned with difficulty. 'Ah...!' Eventually reaching one conclusion, Risir spoke to reassure his opponents. "Don't worry! This blood is-" This was the conclusion Risir's drowsy thoughts had reached. He judged that the group was acting to protect the weak. Looking at the direction alone, it could be called correct. Delron's party was certainly moving to save the weak. However, there was a difference in perspective. "This blood is what I shed! So please don't worry!" Risir, who was already feeling considerable guilt toward the Magic Sword, spoke. No. He made excuses! About his situation of inevitably tormenting the Magic Sword! "...?" Delron's party felt a similar impression to when they conversed with the elves. What? Am I properly understanding the direction of this conversation right now? Meanwhile, Risir picked up the Magic Sword. "Right!? It's okay, right!?" And then he began to press the Magic Sword. Hey. Hey. Speak properly to the teacher? If such a voice could be heard from that attitude, would it be just imagination? -No... it's not okay... because it's painful... please stop... The Magic Sword mustered great courage. It pleaded to stop the tormenting. The Magic Sword's sincere plea(?) moved their hearts. "...Could it be that their minds have switched places?" The group of dark intent lost strength in their bodies and dropped their guard. *** A little later. Risir, having completely regained his senses, was facing the group of dubious intent together with Karoer's party. "I apologize. Just now, because the Magic Sword forcibly woke me, I was in such a state of confusion-" Delron's party's gazes were directed toward the waist area. -No... no... it wasn't me... I didn't wake you up... Toward that Magic Sword who was nearly losing its mind from injustice and fear. "Stop. Since there are other people here now, let's talk between ourselves again later." -Ah... ah... alone with this guy... ahh... "..." Delon's party, while confused, tried their best to calmly exchange opinions. "However, so that's how it was." Eventually. Delron, having drawn his own conclusion, spoke to Risir's party. "I'm sorry. It seems there was some kind of misunderstanding." "Misunderstanding?" "We are the Sword Sheath of Pofendal. A group that takes as its mission the recovery and sealing of evil objects rampant in the world." "The Sword Sheath of Pofendal..." Karoer mulled over that name. Risir asked with his eyes. Is it a name you know? And at the following explanation, Risir couldn't hide his surprise. 'A group established by the combined will of multiple stars...?' The identity of the group they belonged to- Its scale far exceeded his expectations by a vast margin. 'Could it be that our Tower Master too...?' At such a reaction from Risir, Delron straightened his posture. A posture that added more gravitas, so to speak. "Currently, we are in pursuit of a Magic Sword." "Ah, then your approach to me was also?" "That's right. It seems there was a great misunderstanding in the process of tracking the Magic Sword's power. We thus arrived at you and ended up mistaking your sword for a Magic Sword." This was the conclusion Delron's party had reached. They considered it the only way they could accept the situation. "Pardon? But it is a Magic Sword?" "That's a part people commonly misunderstand." "Pardon?" "Because they know wrongly about Magic Swords, they misuse that name." "Is, is that so? Lady Lunadien. Did you know?" "Well. Shall we continue listening to what he has to say?" The gazes of Risir's party, who had been observing the Magic Sword with serious faces, turned toward Delron in unison. He pulled back his hood to reveal his appearance. A bald head marked with burn scars and all kinds of scars revealed itself. "Magic Sword. Due to the etymology of that name, there's a tendency to first call any sword with ominous power a Magic Sword and abuse that name. In fact. Magic Sword is not simply a term that defines ominous swords." "Then-" "Night of the Sword." Delron spoke that terrible name with a grave tone while observing Risir's reaction. "..." Risir's reaction was calm. Interpreting this somehow, Delron continued speaking with a meaningful smile. "The most vicious Fragment that reigned in ancient times. A part of the most vicious in the form of a sword. That is indeed the identity and true meaning of Magic Swords. There are only three Magic Swords existing in the world. Magic Sword: Curse. Magic Sword: Domination. And-" "Magic Sword: Beast, isn't it?" "Oh. How do you know?" "This is that one." "Hahaha! What a joke. Next, you will tell me the sword on the opposite side is called a Sacred Sword, right?" Delron said, pointing to the sword at his opposite hip. -You have an eye for these things! I am Jallak, the Sacred Sword of Advancement!!! Risir's true and only beloved sword! "Lord Risir! Please lend us your power!!!" "?" Risir felt as if he had been bewitched by something. The fierce-looking man who had been acting tough until just moments before was suddenly kneeling before his eyes. *** Delron conveyed detailed stories to Risir. The terrible carnage caused by Magic Sword: Curse. The pursuit carried out at all risks to clean up all of that. It was a story that would make even battle-hardened mercenaries and adventurers shudder and shake their heads. "So you're saying you're tracking that Magic Sword: Curse-" Risir licked his lips. Delron got goosebumps. "First, let's move locations." Karoer, having confirmed Risir's desire(?), invited them to the campsite. Delron's party cautiously followed behind them. Throughout the journey, Delron's gaze remained fixed on Risir. "Lord Delron" Then. A woman who was a member of the group approached and whispered secretly to him. "Do you truly trust him?" "What are you talking about?" "That story about him being the master of both a Magic Sword and Sacred Sword." Ha! Delron let out a bitter laugh. His fierce appearance, marked with all kinds of scars, twisted wickedly. "I, I'm sorry! I spoke unnecessarily! That's right, there's no way Lord Delron would believe such a preposterous story-" It was then. "Risir!!!" From far away, among the expedition group, a girl came running toward Risir. "What? Now you're not in that form?" "I'm a bit tired." "Ah, right. If you stay in that state continuously, you're bound to get tired." "That's right. The Magic Sword seems a bit tired, so I'm letting it rest for a while." "...Ah, the tired one is that side?" Delron, who was watching that conversation from a distance, made a strange expression. There was something odd about the girl who was being friendly with Risir. Delron focused his eyes and examined the girl's appearance closely. Then he could clearly see. The cute little horns protruding from her head. Those sharp golden eyes. "Dr, dra-" In an instant. Delron's eyes widened as he sprang from his spot and approached them. Delron's subordinates felt as if they had been bewitched by something. "Lord Risir, who might that beautiful Young Lady be!?" Delron. He was one who received the complete trust of the group within the Sword Sheath of Pofendal through his excellent judgment and mission execution abilities alone. 'Damn it! I don't know what's what! Let's just make a good impression first!' Such a man had made his decision.