Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 234
I thought the incident was over, but the most annoying thing remained..
[master. Strong. help me. i want to live.]
The magic sword, which had now become smaller in size, began to humbly beg for its life. I'm not sure if it's right to say I'm servile. The voice in my head was a little weak, but it was so clear..
"This bastard? Who is the owner? The owner is the owner.."
The Demon Sword's body, which was so huge that it looked like it could eat a horse, has now shrunk to a size close to that of a medium-sized dog. In addition to its size, it clearly looked like a wolf when it was huge, but now its shape is unclear, like some sort of liquid monster. It's as if it's surrounded by a hazy, black fog and you can only partially guess its shape..
Thanks to this, with the exception of Asilier, who is still worried about me, everyone's eyes are looking at me and the magic sword with a mix of curiosity, wonder, and a pinch of fear. I didn't particularly like this situation, but I still felt comfortable asking her questions..
"Rather, it seems like your vocabulary is worse than before. Does anyone know why this is happening??"
As my head slowly regained its proper function, I was able to be sure that my memories came back, albeit fragmentarily. The moment that guy first touched my body, the voice that rang in my head was no different from that of a normal person. Since the method and voice are the same, it must have been that guy who spoke to him....
"Has your vocabulary deteriorated because you’ve been beaten so much?...?"
Then, I was tilting my head because it was such a stupid way of speaking that I felt a bit sorry, and Seneran answered..
"It's probably because I'm running out of strength.."
Seneran, who secretly expresses his opinions, is unnecessarily cautious. She confidently exclaimed that all she had to do was kill the user, but she seemed to have lost a little bit of confidence because something unexpected happened. That can happen as people live, but they get discouraged very easily..
"It's strength?"
"Power obtained from human blood. Building my body however I want based on the power I gained like that is slowly coming to an end.."
There seemed to be no end to asking what kind of structure caused such magical energy conversion, so I decided to keep it to myself for now and asked another question..
"Why is it a dog??"
"Because that would be the soul that became the material for the magic sword.."
I couldn't understand what they were talking about so I was tilting my head, but Seneran and Asilier added explanations and summarized the key points, and I couldn't help but be shocked..
"So, are you saying that it was originally a real dog or something similar, and that some crazy person caught it and killed it to make a sword??"
"That's roughly it."
"crazy."
It's not even a human softness experiment, it's a by-product of some fucking shit. I was dumbfounded by such a devilish idea..
"All magic swords are like that.?"
"All the items that were first called magic swords were like that. It wasn't until later that magic developed and ways of creating one's own self along with artificial souls were researched, but that wasn't the case back then.."
The magic sword created to such a high degree of perfection has an ego and can demonstrate powerful abilities based on emotions. However, Asilier's additional explanation was that in cases where it is incomplete like this one, it is trying to regain its original form rather than the completed 'sword'. So, as soon as I saw it, I knew it was unfinished..
If you listen to the story, it's true that it's pitiful, but it's so ambiguous because there were so many people killed..
"Write it. It's pitiful, but the crime I've committed is too big to not break it up... Is this bastard going to keep preying on people??"
[I won't eat it. listen to me carefully.]
Even I stuck my tongue out at the brazenness of the guy who attacked me right away, panting as if he sensed something. Maybe he's good at understanding people's emotions..
"Hey, if you had listened carefully, people would have died like that??"
[Really. Listen to me carefully. I told them to kill all the prey. So I killed it]
For a moment, I had a hard time understanding that it was the previous user, a thief, who was telling me to feed him, but what happened next was even more impressive..
I really did it because I was told to do it.?
[I did what the prey wanted. And then the food died. So I did what I wanted.]
"What was that thing you were telling me to kill in my head??"
[Owner, I wasn't the owner at that time. I thought it was food. I had to do that if I wanted to live..]
Fuck. I was at a loss for words, thinking that I was really just acting out of a desire to survive. Senelan may or may not have known how I felt, but only after I had finished talking to myself, not to myself, did he carefully answer the question I had just asked..
"It's complicated to explain in detail... In the end, the magic sword's runaway is mostly due to the user's inability to control emotional changes. Unlike the magic sword, which becomes stronger as it absorbs blood, the user is usually ordinary. Since it is ultimately a weapon by design, it will not act against the will of its owner. The stronger the ego, the more arbitrary interpretations become...."
"Sucking blood?"
"Umm. This is also a part that needs some explanation, so let's compare the magic sword to a water bag. At first there was nothing in it.."
To make it easier to understand, Seneran took out the leather canteen he had on his belt, turned it upside down and threw out the contents..
"And the water is the blood absorbed in battle. Because it has an ego, the demon sword recognizes this water-filled state as 'satiety'. It is satisfied in that state, but when it has to exert strength and the blood leaks out like this, it feels sudden hunger.."
"Although the absence of blood is normal,?"
"This is because you understand ‘hunger’ as soon as you drink blood.."
This is truly a devilish idea. Even the devil is sure to give a standing ovation to the idea of the kid who created the first magic sword..
"In the end, it's up to you to control it.."
"Because it's a weapon."
It was a short but truly essential explanation. To be honest, if the washing machine started spinning at a certain level, I was thinking of splitting it in half, but this is not a problem of that level..
"...You can subordinate this.?"
"By the time you call LD your master, you have already become subordinate. They drink blood in some form, and after a kind of battle of wits, L.D. wins, so they call him the master.."
"Ugh...do I need to give blood to heal??"
"huh."
In response to Asilier, who was snuggling next to me, I let out a deep sigh and looked at the magic sword. In the meantime, no matter how much I look at it and see if it's an emotional trap, I can only feel pity for it..
"do you have a name."
[name! doesn't exist! Build it! I’ll listen carefully! help me!]
It's so sad. This is not an empty remark, but it is even more saddening to say that the sight of him still unable to properly get up from the floor and panting without any respiratory organs is nothing more than a manifestation of his past memories and his identity. They even make an awkward tail and wave it vigorously..
Even though he was killed and his soul was taken out by human hands to perfect tools for humans, he is just a dog that listens well and wants to wag its tail..
That sight reminded me of the most pitiful dog I know, and in desperation I pulled out a needle and scratched his forearm to let the blood flow. I wondered if I really needed to give my blood, but looking at this pitiful sight, I didn't want to just scrape blood from a corpse and feed it to him..
And I gave a name to the guy who was drinking blood while sticking his tongue out for a while..
"You are Leica from today."
[name! good! I'm Leica!]
"...and come with me."
[good! Let's go together! Leica is happy! I will listen carefully to what the owner says.!]
It's sick. I feel like crying for no reason because I think of the dogs I had in my past life..
"Would you mind? You may have already made up your mind to act, but... it's a magic sword.."
I responded to Mr. Gin's words by simply nodding. That's a normal reaction. In the end, the magic sword is not something I use, unless it is an extreme case, but rather a trophy to sell. The problem the thief faced was too big a risk..
It's true that I was in a dangerous situation this time. If anyone around me had been hurt, I would have cut it in half right away. If a human baby had attempted that, it would have split its skull even if the surroundings were fine. Because it's based on pure malice and calculation..
However, it is a bit difficult to kill an animal with a single sword as it struggles to survive. In the end, I answered hesitantly, vowing that if the same thing happened again, I would split it up immediately..
"You think you just have a dog?."
As if it had gained strength after drinking the blood, the demon sword stood up and began to solidify its shape. What was roughly the size of a quadrupedal animal gradually developed a proper face, a waist, and legs....
"...Is that who you really are??"
[that's right! Leica look! original appearance!]
The guy who was panting and chasing his tail in circles as if satisfied with his appearance sits down and looks up at me..
"Oh, I've seen a dog like this before. Shepherd dog? Is it called a shepherd dog? Among the dogs there, there were many with short legs and long waists.."
"Looking at it like that, it’s needlessly cute.."
"Hmm... honestly, I thought it would just shrink in size from the size I saw earlier.."
It is difficult to say that the face is completely dog-shaped. The facial features are almost like a wolf-shaped helmet..
But those short legs, long waist, and ample buttocks were the shape of a dog I was very familiar with even in my past life..
"...Yeah, it would be nice if my hair didn't blow out.."
[that's right! Leica doesn't blow hair!]
That's how I ended up adopting a Welsh Corgi..
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