Actually, to Hans, an avalanche wasn’t much of a problem. With a Time Stop, he could easily avoid it. He was just overwhelmed by the sight of an avalanche for the first time.
He thought of it as a tourist attraction and used Time Stop to pass through it. As expected, he found Orcs and his comrades in a confrontation! Seeing that, Hans clicked his tongue.
Well, it can’t be helped. I have to hurry and break it up. But going up there casually might seem a bit off. So, after some pondering, Hans came up with a method.
He would jump and do an Aerial Flip while landing on the ground. It might be a bit classic, but he couldn’t think of a more peaceful way to grab attention immediately. And he put it into practice.
Ouch, my ankle!
And as a result, Hans twisted his ankle. Thanks to that, he was frozen like a statue, but it was also the reason Dezra engraved Hans’s appearance in his memory. Was it a lie? Or a trick?
No, it wasn’t like that. He didn’t perceive anything trivial from that man who stood firm. Suddenly, Dezra spotted something he had never seen before on the man.
“What’s that black thing on your back?”
“Oh, this? They gave it to me after I passed the Forest Trial.”
“Wha, wait! Is that the legendary Divine Sword?!”
“Divine Sword?”
Hans’s eyes widened at the unexpected revelation. He had bad memories with the term “Divine Sword.” After going through countless hardships to obtain it, he found out that the real Divine Sword was all about noble intentions and such. Naturally, Hans found that infuriating. But what could he do about it?
Since then, Hans erased the name Divine Sword from his mind. But to think it would reappear here! But in a way, it made sense. Dwarves are the creators.
That also means they’re the ones who make copies. According to legend, the sword was modeled after the original Divine Sword. This means they need something to work from.
Divine Sword.
Dwarves don’t create things out of mere fantasies; they copy the real deal. Thus, the fact that Dwarves created the Divine Sword also meant that a true one existed.
Woosh!
The sword strapped on Hans’s back vibrated intensely with Dezra’s words, announcing its existence. Ironically, that made Dezra’s words carry more weight. Hans clicked his tongue.
But from the Divine Sword’s perspective, it was tragic. After thousands of years, it finally thought the prophecy’s hero had appeared. Yet, here was a foolish being who couldn’t even hear its words.
What did the sages sacrifice their lives for to build that ruin? What was the reason they prepared to counter future threats with it? Thinking about that made the tears flow.
“Is this the Divine Sword?”
“Yes. According to legend, the Divine Sword speaks to those worthy, acknowledging them as its master.”
“Then does that mean it’s talking to the Commander right now?!”
“Of course! If it’s the Commander, he must surely be recognized as the master!”
“….”
And being lost in thought, Hans suddenly found himself in a predicament. The Divine Sword on his back began to shine and vibrate just at the moment when Dezra’s words gained weight.
Moreover, if a Divine Sword didn’t have such functions, that would be strange. To top it off, speaking weapons had already appeared multiple times in games.
In fact, one of them was something he could use himself, though its performance was a bit underwhelming. Nevertheless, it was indeed a final weapon, and many builds were created to make the most of it.
But, why can’t I hear anything right now?
However, the biggest issue was that Hans couldn’t hear anything at this moment. No matter how he strained his ears, he heard nothing. The implication was obvious.
The Divine Sword hadn’t recognized Hans as its master yet. No, rather, the Divine Sword was trying to speak, but Hans just couldn’t hear it. He swallowed hard.
Eyes filled with expectations began to focus on him. Most seemed to expect that Hans had been chosen as the Divine Sword’s master. But what if he said he couldn’t hear anything in such a situation?
[Could it be that you can’t even hear the Divine Sword’s voice?]
[How disappointing, teacher.]
[Maybe the Orcs are more reliable.]
I knew it would turn out like this…!!!
It wasn’t just a delusion; it was bordering on paranoid delusion. Still, he knew he wouldn’t get a good answer. So now, the question arises: what is needed to maintain the Commander’s dignity?
The most important thing is performance. However, he had to control the strength of it. If he went too hard, it would seem overblown, and if too soft, it would raise suspicions. In a short time, Hans quickly calculated.
What followed was obvious. He slowly drew the Divine Sword from his back, making sure everyone could see it. The Orcs and comrades admired it and continued to look on.
The same went for his comrades. Particularly, Yuren and Ruby expressed their admiration for the sword’s form. However, no one could predict what Hans would do next. He threw the sword with all his might.
“Wha, what’s going on all of a sudden?!”
“What just happened?!”
“….”
Not only the other Orcs but even the Rusted Overlord Dezra was shocked by his action. Not just any sword, but the Divine Sword—the one obtained during the Warrior’s Festival, which had devoured numerous heroes.
No one here could claim it was fake. Even if it wasn’t truly a Divine Sword, it was still a sword of equivalent status. Yet, he just tossed it away.
As if it were nothing but useless trash. Seeing that, Hans felt relieved instead. Thankfully, he succeeded in grabbing everyone’s attention. The gamble was just beginning!
“That’s quite unpleasant. Who do you think is choosing who?”
A cold, frozen voice dominated the space. Hans himself was unaware, but his name was already known to most races. The Commander who rebuilt the collapsed Royal Knights.
The Hero of Reversal. While he may be a hollow corn, the accumulated reputation itself lent weight to his presence. And now, the strong gathered here began to grasp the commander’s true intention.
“I don’t need a weapon that seeks to wield its master.”
His accomplishments and title gave strength to his voice. It felt like his voice crushed everything around with anger. The only one who spoke in that situation was Ruby.
“B-but Commander, this is really the Divine Sword.”
“Is that so? Then I’ll give it to you.”
“N-no, but…!!”
“Isn’t that strange?”
Ruby was taken aback. The weight of the Divine Sword wasn’t light. A weapon that didn’t match its wielder could devour its master. Naturally, Ruby didn’t think of herself as being that capable.
However, trying to persuade the Commander further was too frightening given how fierce his presence was. In that situation, the one who helped Ruby was none other than the former commander, Yuren.
“You obtained the Divine Sword. Why would you pass that glory to a comrade?”
“Relying on a weapon won’t make you stronger.”
“…That’s true, but.”
“And Ruby is a Dwarf. She could reference the Divine Sword to create an even better weapon. So, it’s best to leave it to Ruby.”
“I see, I understand.”
If someone who had witnessed Hans’s exploits in the Dwarf Republic heard that, they would likely burst into laughter. But unfortunately, no one like that was present at this moment.
Rather, the Orcs were moved by Hans’s words. It’s true that one cannot become stronger by relying on a weapon. Of course, that doesn’t mean they deny strength derived from weapons. But has that been their reality until now?
Upon hearing the term Divine Sword, some Orcs felt a desire to snatch it. However, after listening to Hans’s words, they felt ashamed. He could just so easily toss it aside.
So that’s what true strength is.
The Rusted Overlord, Dezra, couldn’t help but admire. Such a person hadn’t existed since the one he saw over a century ago. A hundred years ago, when half the continent fell.
On that day, even the battle-loving Orcs were overtaken by fear, as a Human hero fought against the Demons alone. The man known as the Golden Knight. Dezra was watching Hans’s back.
Well, it seems to have been resolved satisfactorily…
Whoops?!
Just as he thought everything had been resolved, the Divine Sword that he had thrown landed on his back. He almost stumbled but managed to clench his teeth and endure. Eventually, Hans turned his head.
For some reason, the thrown Divine Sword clung to him like a leech. Despite trying to pull it off, it wouldn’t come off at all. The Divine Sword continued to vibrate.
As if it were pleading him not to abandon it.
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