Fake holy sword

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

“........”

Looking down from his throne at the sword that Neferte held out to him, Raidorl’s brow furrowed in difficulty.

“The holy sword of “water”, Mistilteinn. Is it really that....?”

The Mistilteinn is a large sword, at least two sizes larger than the Dáinsleif.

It was a heavy sword, and one that would have to be used with great care.

But the surprising thing is that Neferte has such a large sword as a matter of course, and holds it out to Raidorl in a kneeling position.

Given the boy’s small stature, this was impossible.

Is it possible that he has some kind of magic that is increasing his physical abilities? Or is it possible that he has been given a blessing from .... some kind of being?

“Let me get this straight.... Lord Neferte, you are not the holder of the Holy Sword of Mistilteinn?”

“No, I am not. I can’t draw this sword.”

Neferte assured Raidorl firmly, while shaking his head and he doesn’t look like he’s lying

“Justy, bring me that sword.”

“Ha, sir.”

Justy takes the great sword from Neferte’s hand and brings it to Raidorl.

Raidorl grasps the hilt of the great sword,but it is still heavy. It is not a weight that a child can carry.

“Mm....!”

Raidorl tried to pull it out of its scabbard, but the metal sheath was attached like a suction cup, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out.

Raidorl gave up and put the sword back in Justy’s hand.

“....In the meantime, I’ll give you back your sword. I will also guarantee your safety in the Kingdom of Zain. However, this country is also exhausted by the attack of the demons, and there is no room to send reinforcements to the neighboring countries. As for the reconstruction of the Athena Kingdom, we will discuss it again.”

“Yes....that’s fine. Thank you for your kindness.”

“I’ll get you a room. You have a good night’s rest.”

“........”

Biting his lip, Neferte takes the sheathed sword from Justy and puts it back on his back.

Raidorl orders his attendants to prepare the drawing room and sends Neferte back. The boy with the great sword on his back had a dark, pained look on his face as he left the throne room.

“Well, Sven, Justy, what do you think?”

As Neferte left the room, Raidorl asked his subjects.

“It’s hard to get reinforcements. But I think it is worthwhile to protect....Prince Neferte.”

It was Sven who opened his mouth first.

The young Prime Minister spoke his mind in a crisp and clear tone.

“I cannot estimate the usefulness of a holy sword without a wielder. But....keeping the crown prince at hand should be useful in the future for effective control of the Aterna kingdom. After we have restored the strength of the country, which has been depleted by earthquakes and demons, we can discuss whether we should send troops to the neighbouring countries again.”

With the support of the Kingdom of Zain, the Kingdom of Athena could be restored and become a de facto vassal state.

It is not easy to rebuild a territory that has been ravaged by the undead, but it could be very profitable in the future.

“Besides, if the goal of the Witch of Doom is the eradication of humanity, sooner or later there will be a battle with the Witch of the Earth. Wouldn’t [A prince trying to reclaim a country destroyed by an evil witch] be a good cause?”

“That’s true, there’s also the matter of the Witch of Light. We don’t want to be too far behind.”

In the past, the Witch of Light, Grasslead, manipulated Raidorl’s brother, Granard, and brought chaos to the capital.

This time it is the Witch of Earth. Considering that the Kingdom of Athena has already been destroyed, a fierce battle is expected.

“Neimilia, tell me what you know about the Witch of Earth. You know what she’s capable of and what she’s like, don’t you?”

“Of course, we’re sisters with the same mother. Sister Osman is quiet and shy. She loves small animals, like rats and badgers, which nest in dark places. She also likes to sleep with stuffed animals in her arms.”

“No....that’s not what I meant.”

It was completely useless information.

“Who asked you to tell me the dusty story of the dreaded witch?”

“Aa, and she has the ability to control the earth. I believe she was responsible for the last earthquake.”

Neimilia, sitting beside Raidorl on his throne, nodded her head and said something very important.

“Not only she’s a witch, but she’s also the Queen of the Dead. She has the ability to raise the dead, use them as undead and control them as soldiers.”

“Undead..I see, So that’s why..!”

“What’s the matter, Justy? Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“It’s just that, the ship that His Highness Neferte came in on washed ashore in the harbour a few days ago....”

Justy reminisces about the incident on the ghost ship.

He explains that the crew of the ship Neferte was on were all dead, and that they had turned undead and attacked him.

“So, her hand is closing in on our country. We must assume that the battle has already begun”

Raidorl thought about it and touched the Dáinsleif on his hip.

If the witches are going to attack, the only thing that can counter them is the holy sword. Not to mention the “cursed” holy sword, the Dáinsleif. If possible, the holder of the holy sword of “water” Mistilteinn must also be found quickly.

“I thought for sure that the prince was the keeper of the holy sword....Do you want to see if you can pull the sword out of each of the knights in the castle? Because there doesn’t seem to be any other way than to try and get a headcount.”

“Aa, that ‘thing’, I don’t see the point in trying, do you?”

As Raidorl ponders this, Neymilia raises her right hand and says: “I’ve been thinking.”

“Hmm? Why? It’s free to try. It’s worth a try, even if they fail.”

“Because....is not the Holy Sword.”

“....HA!?”

“That’s a fake sword. It’s not the real Holy Sword Mistilteinn.”

“!!....”

Everyone in the room froze in surprise when the words came out from Neimilia’s mouth.

It was a matter of time before they found the keeper of the holy sword, the holy sword Mistilteinn.