Overpowered Sword

Overpowered Sword Chapter 101

Level up with the sword (101)

Toad, toad, toad.

Every time Ellahan takes a step, several strands of weeds become entangled, wrapping around the blunt side of the greaves and then breaking off. It would have been difficult for an ordinary person to walk normally, but now, climbing the mountain is a saintly woman who can break even a chain like a bamboo stick.

The hiking trail, of which only the slightest traces remained, was revealed again by her steps, making it clear that people’s steps had once been carried out periodically.

It wasn’t like this until a year ago.

There was a young man who climbed this rough mountain path day after day, working hard in a place where no one could see.

There were days when I ran countless laps, vomited enough to fill dozens of buckets, and wrapped a thick rope around a tree trunk and beat it like a scarecrow.

“These are the marks of a hero.”

For some reason, Ellahan could tell.

“The marks carved on this tree, the weeds that grow shorter than in other places, all of them.”

Someone will say

It’s truly an insignificant place.

It is said that the warrior ran through this weed-covered land, was unable to cut down even a single tree, left a sword mark, and held the holy sword in a place where no one was looking, which was a very humble beginning.

Fools will say so.

“Flowers bloom even in dark, humid mud, and lotus leaves do not get wet in muddy water.”

Its value cannot be seen in the eyes of those who arbitrarily distinguish between the noble and the rich. To those who praise themselves as noble beings and deceive themselves into thinking that their red blood is blue.

Ellahan shook off his anger and continued walking.

As we went in, the road became increasingly rough, and eventually a dark clearing appeared in deep shadow.

Ellahan’s eyes shook with passion as he faced that.

“ah!”

It was here.

I visited the land where the Holy Sword descended a year ago.

Ellahan, who followed the epicenter of the presence of the goddess, felt stronger than the headquarters of the Holy Church, arrived in front of a rock.

A scratch runs through the center of a large rock similar to hers.

After feeling the blemish, she put her hands together politely.

“You are the goddess who looks down on us from the sky.”

It is a holy sword.

A sword fell from the sky and struck this rock.

The circumstances of what happened that day unfolded in Ellahan’s mind as he memorized the prayer. The image of a person who rejected the sweet temptation without hesitation, took four steps forward, and pulled out the holy sword.

“Ah, warrior…”

Ellahan’s eyes became wet with emotion.

It was a different feeling from when I heard it as a story. With a heavy heart, she prayed for several more minutes.

Next, Ellahan wiped the tear stains from his face and quietly stood up, shaking the dust off his knees. The atmosphere was solemn and serious, as if a confession had been performed.

“Please show yourself.”

She spoke before anyone could respond to the voice.

“I have felt the eyes on me since I entered this village, but since it seemed like they had no intention of being rude, I left them alone until now.”

“….”

“But if you follow me to this vacant lot and have something to say to me. From now on, show your face and reveal your name.”

Ellahan’s eyes were looking through exactly one point, causing those who were hiding there to reveal themselves.

If he hides his presence any longer, it is the same as saying he wants to fight.

With a rustle, the grass splits in two.

And then the two people appeared before the saint.

“Excuse me, saintess.”

The old knight took a step forward and politely knelt down.

It was the etiquette of a knight towards a high-ranking priest.

“Gilbert L. Rosenberg, Knight of the Clyde, wields the Goddess’ Staff.”

“Clyde…?”

Ellahan tilted his head at the unexpected self-introduction.

“Why is the Imperial Knight here? “It seems unlikely that a Clyde noble would come here to study.”

“I’ll explain that too. But before that, I would like you to meet the person I have been training with.”

“Is that you?”

When Ellahan looked behind Gilbert at those words, Lian, who made eye contact with her, walked out confidently.

Silver-haired and blonde-haired eyes.

A handsome and beautiful woman with gorgeous shades stood facing each other.

“Nice to meet you, saint.”

Unlike Gilbert, Ryan did not bend his knees, but bowed deeply on the spot.

Not as an academy student, but as an authentic royal family member of the Clyde.

I intended to talk to the saint in my true identity.

“Lian Calem Gladius von Clyde, heir of the Imperial Family, greets the Staff of the Goddess.”

“…This is the eighth wand, Ellahan.”

Ellahan, surprised by his status as a member of the royal family, opened his eyes wide and bowed like the other person.

Could it be that you encounter the imperial family in this border territory?

It was a situation that could not possibly be considered a coincidence.

“It’s a rare meeting with the prince of the Clyde Empire.”

Ellahan opened his mouth with a calm expression without revealing his suspicions. The sense of foresight was still quiet. If so, there wouldn’t be any problem.

Her dry response actually made Rian stir up suspicions that had been buried for half a year.

‘no way…?’

Lian carefully examined Ellahan’s eyes.

The only emotions that were visible in those golden eyes were the slightest bit of surprise, an emotion that had not yet subsided, and a feeling of desolation that showed no interest in him at all.

There was no way a saint would look at a hero like that.

“Saint.”

The suspicions lurking deep in his heart, which he had knowingly or unknowingly ignored, came out of his mouth.

“Aren’t you looking for a hero?”

The hero is not him, but someone else, and he came here for a completely different reason.

Lian, who could not ask directly, changed his stance.

But Ellahan’s reaction was unexpected again.

“How did you do that?”

Ellahan’s clear, shining golden eyes were alert, and he took a step back and changed his posture.

The identity information of the warrior Leon was a top secret even within the church.

If the secret had become known to the prince, who was not even a noble, it would have been necessary to silence him, even if it meant putting in considerable effort.

“Now that I think about it, I heard that the ‘oracle’ was also passed down to the Clyde Imperial Family. “Did you track down the warrior based on that information?”

“yes? What is that….”

“Please don’t tell me. They found out my identity, followed me, guessed what I was doing, and then pretended not to know. Are you trying to make fun of the goddess’ staff?”

The two masters and servants were left speechless by the unexpected interrogation.

Neither Gilbert nor Lian had any specific idea of what was going on, so they kept their mouths shut.

I hurriedly tried to think for a few seconds, but there was no result.

Ellahan, seeing their reaction, raised his voice again.

“What blasphemous! Even if you are the emperor and not the prince, you cannot lay hands on the warrior! Give up that plot right now!”

Gilbert and Lian, who had suddenly become the subject of a conspiracy, looked at each other and spoke with shocked faces.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Lian answered those words honestly.

“I don’t know how my question was heard by the saint, but it seems to have nothing to do with the conspiracy you just mentioned.”

“…It’s not a lie. “I believe it.”

As Ellahan relaxed his power, the sense of intimidation that Lian and Gilbert were feeling disappeared.

strong.

Even though the pressure was not intentional, the superiority of strength and weakness was clear.

Both Lian and Gilbert were swordsmen who had reached expert level, but they did not have a 100% chance of winning against the saint in front of them. Since he was that bad even in an unarmed state, it would be safe to say that if he took out the holy magic weapon he had somewhere on his body, his chances of victory were nil.

“then.”

Ellahan spoke in a slightly softer voice.

“What is the basis for determining that I came to see the hero?”

“Oh, that’s…”

Lian comforted her dry lips.

Just a few words were stuck in my throat. If you ask me if I am a hero, everything will become clear.

His instincts were already there.

Undesirable speculations will soon become reality.

“Saint, please answer one thing first.”

“Please speak.”

I could barely get the words out by moving my stiff tongue.

“Am I… not a hero?”

The person who reacted first was Gilbert.

The old knight, with his eyes wide open, shouted with a puzzled face.

“yes?! “Your Majesty, why did you say that?”

Immediately after that, Ellahan answered with wide eyes.

“of course.”

His face looked as if he had been asked a nonsensical question.

“The hero has already been active for a year? “I’ve never heard of a second hero appearing.”

“….”

“I thought you knew everything and came to me, but it seems there was some misunderstanding. Why did you think of yourself as a warrior? Why did you have that illusion? Ah! okay. ‘Lian’ is also a name that means lion, right?”

Unlike Lian, who was at a loss for words with a pale complexion, Gilbert could not accept the answer.

No, I couldn’t accept it.

“No, saint! “That can’t be possible!”

Gilbert shouted, forgetting all manners.

“The name of the lion! And even the same birthday as the day of the oracle! “Your Majesty here must be a warrior!”

“Oh, so even the date of birth was the same? If that’s the case, it’s easy to be mistaken…”

“It’s not a mistake! Please check one more time!”

Ellahan blinked, looking troubled at the old knight’s blood-curdling cries.

It was because I finally understood the whole situation.

“No matter how many times I check, my answer doesn’t change.”

She decisively destroyed the hope the two had.

“In the name of the 8th Ellahan, I assure you that Prince Lian is not a warrior.”

“That can’t be possible….”

“I admit that there were many things that could have been misunderstood. So, I will understand that you followed me and mentioned the warrior. “I never thought there would be another person who matched the conditions like this…”

That was back then.

“It might be a mistake.”

Gilbert’s eyes must have been blurred by the cruel reality, and he let out words that even he could not suppress.

Not in the presence of anyone else, but in the presence of the saint.

I ended up saying something that shouldn’t be said.

“The Goddess accidentally brought down the holy sword on someone else…”

“Lord Gilbert!”

Lian urgently cut off his slip of the tongue, but Ellahan’s face turned as cold as a wax doll.

Blasphemy.

It was a crime for which the Knight of Seongcheolsae could summarily execute the opponent, regardless of the reason. A crime that no longer treats people as human beings but treats them as targets of extermination on a par with religious enemies.

Ellahan showed mercy one last time.

“It was said out of loyalty, not out of personal desire, so I’ll just let it pass for this time.”

“Thank you, saint.”

“Not twice.”

Ellahan responded in a cold voice and looked away. It was an unspoken order to congratulate the guests that they did not want to talk to them any more.

As Rian was about to turn around, something suddenly occurred to him, so he opened his mouth. Although the results were not good, most of the questions were answered, but there was one part that remained unresolved.

“Saint.”

“What is it?”

“If I’m not a hero, why did you come here?”

“I wanted to see with my own eyes the place where the warrior received the holy sword. “I plan to go see you in person next time.”

“…The hero is here?”

The moment Ellahan answered like that, the tangled thread in Lian’s mind was completely unraveled.

1 year ago.

A student who frequented the mountains behind the academy.

The name of the lion.

A person whose date of birth coincides with the day of the oracle.

“Brother Leon…?”

Lian said that name without realizing it.

There was only one person.

A person who meets all conditions can become the owner of a holy sword. And there was another piece of evidence that was bigger than anything else.

“oh.”

Ellahan managed his expression later, but it was already too late. Her face, which had been stiffened due to Gilbert’s rudeness, relaxed and she wore a smile that a girl of that age would wear.

It was from the moment he muttered the name Leon.

Lian, who fully realized the truth, spoke in a low voice.

“I see.”

He was the one who gave me his first defeat and left.

There was a time when I thought we were friends.

There was even an attempt to recruit him as a vassal.

“Brother Leon… was a hero.”

Feeling a sense of defeat, as if he was falling into a deep swamp, Lian slowly clenched his empty hands.

there was nothing.

There was nothing caught in its grasp.