Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

-Grrrr... Sacred Sword of Advancement, Jallak. Enters convalescence. Reason: Overwork. -T-this can't be...! This can't be happening!!! Finally, Risir has come to rely on me- Ah, aah!!! World Tree Spirit, are you planning to mock me!? -Mommy!? The sacred sword, with its body faded and cracked all over, was held like a toy in the hands of the green girl. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The green girl giggled as she swung the sacred sword this way and that. Surprisingly, it was a sacred sword repair site. The dwelling of the World Tree that had grown by feeding on Risir's energy. ...Otherwise known as Risir's room. Jallak could feel his condition improving moment by moment as he spent time there. That was why he was screaming. The fact that there was still room for improvement meant that his current condition was not perfect! -Was Risir right after all...!!! Jallak recalled the moment of farewell that still made his heart ache (even though he was a sword). -Jallak, you don't look well, so it would be better to rest here for a while. -No! That can't be, Risir! Without me, who will protect your empty, lonely hands!!! -Blue Lotus, Beast, and if it's really urgent, Roera's sacred sword- -Graaaaaah!!! Stop!!! Risir!!! I'm fine!!! Really!!! Rather than leave you alone, I'd rather crumble and disappear completely! -You're not alone, I said? Enough, just rest with Ding-Ding. -Risir! Risir!!! -Ah!!! Jallak let out a desperate sigh as if he had just escaped from a nightmare. -As a sacred sword, to fall exhausted before my master!!! What shameful thing is this!!! Isn't that right, World Tree Spirit!? -Mommy!? -Krrgh...! That's right, of course...!!! I don't have the qualifications to be Risir's sacred sword! You think so too, don't you!? -Mommy!!! -Graaaaaah!!! That's affirmative!!! Please deny it!!! The green girl was just excitedly swinging the sacred sword around. And so, the solemn repair of the sacred sword was in full swing. -Hm!?! Jallak's eyes widened. Even though he was a sword. -Girl!!! Could you take me to the window, to the window!? -Mommy! Dash dash dash! It was a good World Tree that listened well. The green girl ran to the window while holding the sacred sword in her arms. And when she jumped up, vines that appeared from somewhere supported her body. The green girl showed the sacred sword the view outside the window that he had hoped to see. -Ohhh, th-that's...!!! Jallak let out an exclamation. Familiar faces were gathered in the mansion's courtyard. They were other sacred swords. His master Risir was naturally standing at the center of that place. Jallak's heart swelled with emotion. Even though he was a sword. -Ahhh- Risir!!! Is that so! Has the time finally come! The Sacred Sword of Advancement intuited. Risir. The moment had come for his master to ascend to a higher place! Just as he was lost in emotion- -...Wait! -Mommy!? -If Risir becomes the master of all sacred swords, what happens to me!? -Mommy!!!!! -What!? I'll become just one sword among many sacred swords!? Jallak fell into the kind of anguish that was questionable for a sacred sword to have- But that moment didn't last long. -Huh!? Light expanding like waves swallowed the surrounding area- And took Risir and all the sacred swords somewhere. Sacred Sword of Advancement, Jallak. Leaving only that one sword behind. -Graaaaaah!!! Risir!!! N-no!!! Don't leave me behind!!! Jallak awoke from his wishful thinking and immediately screamed. -Mommy, mommy~!!! The green girl swung him around even more vigorously, as if to cheer him up. *** -No. You. There is no reason to be confused. Jallak is here with us right now. The figure of light. The one who had been silent for a while spoke. "...Ah!" Risir pondered that meaningful statement for a moment. Soon he widened his eyes and nodded repeatedly. He seemed to understand what it was trying to say. 'It knows that I'm connected to Jallak and can summon Jallak anytime!?' Surprise showed on Risir's face. To see through him in such a short time. "..." Risir unconsciously looked around. A mysterious space where, despite being filled entirely with light, one could feel the fact that its scale was vast. He could feel the energy that made up the space touching his skin. 'This isn't just a simple illusion...' Another world that unfolded when all the sacred swords gathered in one place. And the figure of light waiting for him in that place. Thump! Risir realized his heart was beating violently. The fact that he was facing an aspect of the world he didn't yet know, that wonder, exhilarated him. His eyes held a gleam. A strong gleam that even the light filling the place couldn't cover. -You seem to have prepared your mind. When Risir looked up with such eyes, the figure of light spoke as if it had been waiting. -If you're ready, follow me. The figure of light that had been looking down at Risir from the sky. It landed and began walking on two feet. The advancing figure's back was like a guiding hand. Risir followed behind it as if enchanted. -First, according to duty, I should reveal my name. I am-... "..." Strength entered around Risir's eyes. Because the words the figure of light spoke sounded like they were being blurred and muffled. Fortunately, when he concentrated and listened carefully, the content was properly conveyed. Lu-Rach. It was the name the figure of light revealed about itself. *** [Title: What the hell is this guy lolololol] Content: [Photo] How can a person's name be ... lololololololol How do you even read that? Dot dot dot? Three dots? -: It's read as Lu-Rach~ -[Author]: Damn, how are you supposed to read that to get Lu-Rach -: For real, there are three dots but somehow the name has no dots at all -: Then let's just call him Dot Pyeongtaek -: That Dot Pyeongtaek's name not being heard properly is supposedly the setting where the difference in status is too great yeah yeah -[Author]: No way, it's actually true Level: ??? shows up like this bullshit -: ??? How do you read that? -: Question question question? Three questions? -: That's Question Pyeongtaek -: Damn Jung Pyeongtaek stop being clingy and get lost -: I was staying quiet though; -: Lu- Rah, that guy is probably one of those whose level can't be checked until you clear the game -[Author]: Hey dude, what does this guy even do What is he? -: He's that thing .. ... -: For real? He's really .. ...? -[Author]: Ah come on stop with the .. stuff -: Damn, so damn clingy OK I'll give you consonant hints SG JJJ -[Author]: No damn it, who's being clingy Just tell me and get lost -: SG JJJ? Please I'm begging you, can't you reduce it by one J? I really had a flash of inspiration -: I can tell that SG is Sacred something but the stuff after is a bit problematic -[Author]: Ah crazy -[Author]: Don't tell me this guy is the sacred sword creator? *** 'Lu-Rach..' Risir tried to reveal his own name following him- or her. However, it seemed the reason for revealing the name wasn't for mutual introductions- He continued the conversation before even hearing Risir's name. -Hero. Before that name, as if true names didn't matter. No. As if that would be the true name from now on. -I will ask you. "...!" Risir's gaze, which had been following Lu-Rach's back, turned elsewhere. Six sacred swords. They rose around Lu-Rach by an invisible force. -What do you seek to accomplish with the sacred swords. Risir recalled the conversation he had with the previous heroes. Even until then, Risir hadn't considered becoming the master of multiple sacred swords at all. The talk about 'If I had two more sacred swords, I'd like to try fighting alongside the magic sword' had come from that context. For Risir, sacred swords were nothing more than heavy duties he had unavoidably taken on- or useful tools. He didn't have grand ideals or beliefs he wanted to achieve through sacred swords like the other heroes. "That's-" And. That was something that remained unchanged even now that he had been recognized by other heroes and elevated to true hero status. Risir still lacked awareness as a hero. He had no will to achieve any specific purpose through the sacred swords. Of course- Separate from that, he did feel a sense of responsibility keenly. The act of heroes entrusting their sacred swords to another. Because he knew the weight that act carried. "..." As his contemplation lengthened, Risir's feet stopped. Lu-Rach didn't wait for him. The figure's back gradually grew distant. Along with the sacred swords that had risen around them. -For what purpose do you seek to confine yourself within the framework of being a master of sacred swords. But that voice was still beside him. No, it seemed to have come even closer, pressing the target. "The reason I want to become the master of sacred swords..." *** "Ah...!" The hero unconsciously let out a sigh. The sacred sword he believed had become completely his was moving away. Along with that nameless figure of light. And as the sacred sword moved away, the question drew closer. The hero urgently reflected on its question. "I am-..." Himself. For what purpose did he seek to confine himself within the framework of being a master of sacred swords. For what purpose did he want to become a hero. "..." The hero's expression was colored with anguish. The weight contained in that question seemed to press heavily on his shoulders. The hero remembers. Those who were masters of sacred swords. Their stories contained in each sacred sword. Those ideals. Those beliefs. "..." Heavy. Even just one of them was a weighty responsibility that was difficult to dare shoulder. Such responsibilities- He was trying to take on all of them. It was natural to be crushed by such heavy, heavy weight. "I am-" But he endures. Becoming the master of sacred swords- Becoming a hero must be such a thing. Soon. A smile appeared on the hero's stiffened face. Ideal, because he wishes for all darkness to disappear. Insight, because he seeks to illuminate all darkness. Seal, because he seeks to imprison all darkness. Courage, because he seeks to face all darkness. Indomitability, because he seeks to overcome all darkness. Blessing, because he knows all darkness will retreat. And- Advancement, because he seeks to leap over all darkness toward a better tomorrow. The hero's smile contained all those ideals and beliefs. Yes. The hero was ready to shoulder all of that. And thus, he was ready to accomplish everything. That was why he was a true hero. "The reason I want to become the master of sacred swords is-" The hero answered the given question with conviction. And so- -I see. He arrives at the wrong answer. The light that filled the surroundings lifted- The figure of light disappeared. Along with the sacred swords. The hero's eyes shook. No. The man's eyes shook. He was no longer a hero. "J-Jallak!? Pochena!? Elisia!!!" Because he no longer had any sacred swords. *** -Strange. Is this such a difficult question? Enough to require such long anguish? -I will ask once more. For what purpose do you seek to confine yourself within the framework of being a master of sacred swords. "..." Lu-Rach's prodding pulled Risir from his contemplation. "Haa." Instead of continuing his contemplation, Risir let out a sigh filled with resignation. A true hero. He had tried to think of an answer befitting that weighty position- But it was beyond his capabilities. No matter how much he thought, no proper answer came to mind. More precisely- Among the many choices that came to mind, he couldn't choose an answer that would contain his true feelings. No matter how much responsibility he felt- No matter how he changed his perspective- The fundamental part never changed in the end. Therefore Risir answered. "I have no intention of doing so." -... Lu-Rach's back, which had only been moving away, stopped in place. For the first time, he turned around and faced his counterpart directly. -You have no intention of doing so, what does that mean? "I have no intention of confining myself within the framework of being a master of sacred swords." However. Just as Lu-Rach was about to open his mouth. Risir added and immediately continued speaking. "Since I've become the master of sacred swords anyway, I'm thinking of using them as usefully as possible- and also honorably." -You have no interest in the duties of a hero, but you covet the power of sacred swords- is that it? "It's somewhat extreme, but it could be interpreted that way." -Then. Instead of bearing the duties of a hero, what do you seek to accomplish. By 'utilizing' these children. After a moment of thought, Risir said. "For now, I am exterminating demons." Once again, silence fell over the vast world of light. And- "Huh...?" Risir looked around. The sacred swords that Lu-Rach had taken away were now circling around him. 'I'm not sure but... did I pass?' Risir was bewildered. 'Why did I pass?' He couldn't understand why his answer, which didn't contain any sense of responsibility or weight as a hero, had pleased Lu-Rach for some reason. -May I ask you something? "Yes? Ah!" Risir jumped in surprise and stepped back. Lu-Rach. That figure of light was now standing beside him. He pointed to Risir's waist. At the magic sword(?) Beast. -How did that child come to be like that? "Ah-" It was the moment Risir was about to begin explaining about the magic sword. -Jallak. "?" That name was mentioned from Lu-Rach's mouth. Risir looked back and forth between him and Beast in confusion. "Jallak?" -That's right. I can definitely feel the aura of advancement from that child. Sacred Sword of Advancement, Jallak. What circumstances could there have been for the child I made to change beyond recognition? "Uh-" Risir was left speechless. Calling Beast "Jallak." Saying he made it himself. The meaningful expressions became a storm of information, turning his mind into chaos. "W-wait a moment! It seems like there's some mistake- this sword is not Jallak!" -Yes. You would think so. But that sword is definitely Jallak. Do you think I wouldn't recognize a sword I made? Risir thought of the most suitable method to sort out this confusing situation. He extended his left arm forward, grasped the air- And pulled it out directly. -This!? This!?! R-Risir!!! You really didn't forget me!!! And so the Sacred Sword of Advancement, Jallak, was summoned. "Look here. The real Jallak is right here, isn't he." Risir showed the Sacred Sword of Advancement to the mistaken Lu-Rach. Then- Was it his imagination? It seemed like an expression appeared on the figure's face. -...How did you do that? "Huh?" The one conclusion Lu-Rach reached in the end- No, it was a question. The creator of the sacred swords fell into extreme confusion. Remote summoning. I never put in such a function?