Chapter 98

- Perspective of the Commander of the 1st Knight Regiment of the Empire of Empress -

The magic sword raised.

The slaves lined up.

I want to sigh but hold it in, quietly lowering my gaze.

A common sight in this country, but one I'm not used to.

Somehow, I...

The square is flooded with light.

I shield my eyes from the blinding brightness, but it’s no use.

I stagger from the light but endure, looking at where the king was.

What happened?

Blood drips from the king's arm, and the healers are in a panic.

I shift my gaze to the still glowing object.

A magic sword wrapped in white light, floating in the air.

What a beautiful light.

As the light fades, the magic sword falls to the ground.

I can't see it from here.

I look at the slaves.

They have shocked expressions.

...They are shocked.

The slaves' minds are supposed to be sealed to prevent rebellion.

But even they...

I lean in to confirm, but the knights quickly take the slaves away.

...

The magic sword recovered by the mages.

I saw it when I was about to return to my room and asked to see it.

The last time I saw it, I was surprised by the powerful and ominous magic emanating from the magic sword.

The magic sword that appeared when the cloth was removed.

...Is this the same magic sword?

I checked, and it seems to be the same.

However, I don't feel any power from the magic sword in front of me.

A single sword with a blade that is dark and heavily chipped.

And something white entangled in the blade.

...It looks like the same thing applied to the magic stone.

The mages have investigated, but they still don't know what effect it has.

I carefully take the magic sword in my hands and examine it, but I can't understand what happened.

I touch the thing entangled in the magic sword, but I don't feel anything special.

I thank them and return the magic sword.

The failure to repair the crack in the magic sword this time, and the same thing probably happened.

The magic stone and the magic sword.

Both were found in ancient ruins.

Is this the problem?

In the corner of my vision, I see the mages in a panic.

As I approach, I see one mage lying on the ground.

When I ask what happened, it seems he collapsed while casting a spell.

Casting a spell?

To offer a sacrifice to the magic sword, it is necessary to cast a spell while cutting with the sword.

This mage was the one casting the spell.

He is lying there, motionless.

The healers have arrived, so I move to observe the situation.

The healer shields his hand but is puzzled.

The mage is still lying there.

The healer tries to heal him again, but there is no change.

No need for healing?

Does that mean there is no problem anywhere?

But he is lying there.

After a while, the mage seems to wake up.

The healer is relieved.

The other mages were blaming him.

He can now rest easy.

I turn and start to walk back to my room.

"What the hell, where are we? I am..."

The mage who woke up shouts loudly.

His words bring silence to the surroundings.

I stop and look at their situation.

One mage grabs the arm of the shouting mage and speaks to him.

The shouting mage shakes off the arm and looks around with a suspicious expression.

I know this scene.

The same as the mages who worked on repairing the crack in the magic stone.

...A mage with no memory.

His companions, who are mages, have a look of despair.

That's understandable; a few hours ago, the mages without memory, except for him, disappeared from this world.

By the king's order.

"I see."

I suddenly realize something common between the magic stone and the magic sword.

Indeed, that's right.

Both were about to be infused with life.

Right before the slaves were to be sacrificed.

Have we angered them again?

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