Everyone Said They Were My Lover in a Dream

Holy Sword (1)

Wooong

A tremendous amount of light poured out from the sword, enveloping the surroundings.

“Ugh!”

Bierce’s vision was momentarily blocked.

As his vision returned, he found himself standing upright, holding the sword in his hand.

“…This is incredible. Could he be the awakened one of the Holy Sword?”

The demon looked at Bierce with a wary gaze.

“The adversary of the Demon King mentioned in the prophecy, the hero. I planned to destroy the Holy Sword to prevent the birth of that hero. But it seems that the suitable candidate is here… No, wait.”

The demon’s gaze gleamed.

“Even if he is a suitable candidate, it doesn’t mean he can immediately accept the power of the Holy Sword and become a hero. Judging from the very faint amount of power he emanates, he is still a weak human who has not yet surpassed his limits. If we eliminate him here, we can stop the birth of the hero.”

Boom.

Six magic circles appeared above the demon’s head.

“Kill him here, hero!”

Swoosh.

The magic circles aimed at Bierce and shot towards him.

Bierce felt the sensation of death piercing his back.

It was an attack of destruction, darker and more intense than any magic Bierce had witnessed before, yet he did not feel fear.

Bierce simply infused power into the sword as his body moved.

Zing.

With a sacred light, a thrust shot out from the sword.

Kwang

The sword energy shot from the Holy Sword sliced through all the demons.

“What…did you say?”

The demons were bewildered by the sight.

“The sword energy I shot with all my sincerity…!”

On the other hand, Vissus couldn’t control the overflowing power within his body.

Just by gripping the Holy Sword, Vissus felt vitality coursing through his body.

“This much power… Is this sword really the Holy Sword?”

Vissus looked down at the sword in his hand.

Just a moment ago, it had been a worn-out sword that could have been found in a junk shop. But now, it had transformed into a brilliant and glamorous sword, shining brightly.

“With this power… I can do it.”

Vissus, who had been overwhelmed by the presence of the demons when he first encountered them, now felt a sense of omnipotence, as if he could accomplish anything with the Holy Sword in his hand.

“There’s no other way! I, the Fourth Division Commander, will kill you here, staking the name of Mozhil!”

The demon spread its wings wide and flew into the sky.

“Albahyr Machi Prakhi!”

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The demon unleashed all the power it had sealed away temporarily to hide its presence.

Although it was certain that reinforcements would arrive immediately if it released all its power within the Academy, it had made the judgment that it had to eliminate the dangerous warrior here, even if it meant sacrificing itself.

Jing

Countless demons appeared behind it and stretched out on both sides.

Hundreds of curses filled the sky.

“…There are quite a lot of them.”

Secretarys, who had been enveloped in confidence, were stunned by the overwhelming number of curses they saw.

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At that moment, the Holy Sword trembled.

“Huh?”

It was as if the Holy Sword was conveying something to him, in a language of its own.

As if saying that he could handle it with him.

“Disappear, fiend!”

As the demons reached out their hands, curses filled the sky and began pouring down, targeting the Secretarys.

Thuck

The Secretarys extended one leg forward and stretched out the hand holding the sword towards the back.

“Hoo…”

A brilliant light radiated from his hand.

“Haaah!”

At the moment the curses swarmed the Secretarys, he swung his sword.

Kwaaang

The sacred sword unleashed a massive holy strike, far surpassing the one the Secretarys had swung moments ago.

“This, this is!”

The strike engulfed all the curses and flew towards the demon floating in the sky.

“No, it can’t be!”

Kwaang

Even the Demon Legion Commander was swallowed.

The pitch-black night sky was filled with a sacred glow.

Thud

“It’s… over.”

Viceus, drained of all strength, slumped down.

“A superior demon… and a Demon Legion Commander at that.”

They were the highest-ranking demons leading the Demon Army.

Each one of them was known to possess the power of a Sword Master or even greater.

“And I, who doesn’t even know how to use Sword Energy, defeated the Demon Legion Commander?”

Viceus still stared at the Holy Sword, which was emitting a bright light from his hand.

“The Holy Sword, huh…”

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The Holy Sword trembled as if in response.

A massive strike that covered the sky.

Even if one were to be a Sword Master, they would not be able to create such a strike.

Viceus realized just how immense amount of power the Holy Sword had granted him.

Thump

At that moment, a young girl fell from the sky in front of Viceus.

“Hmm? I sensed the presence of a demon.”

“Headmaster Beatrice?”

It was none other than Beatrice, the headmaster of Lichten Academy.

“A student? Ah, a student from the leadership group.”

“They call me Secretary Grangier!”

“I see. Nearby, I sensed the presence of a demon. Do you happen to know anything about it? …No, never mind. What is that black thing in the student’s hand? Could it be…?”

“Ahahahaha….”

Secretary Grangier felt perplexed about where to start explaining.

“I see. The Legion Commander with the Holy Sword…”

“Well, Headmaster, it may be hard to believe, but that guy…”

“No, I believe you.”

“Huh?”

“The only ones who can break through the barrier I maintain are either the Legion Commander or the Demon King. Moreover, the demon’s presence I felt briefly was so immense. It’s likely that it’s the Fourth Legion Commander, Mozhil. And…”

Beatrice turned her gaze to the sword that Secretary Grangier was holding.

“The Holy Sword. Ha. Should I call it a slope or should I say it has become complicated?”

Beatrice sighed.

“That Holy Sword was originally a sacred artifact kept carefully in the academy for the warrior who would defeat the Demon King according to the prophecy. Currently, in order to secretly select the warrior who will become the rightful owner of that sword in the Holy Empire, they are conducting tests.”

“Ah!”

“The Demon Army probably intercepted the Holy Sword halfway to prevent the birth of the warrior. If that had happened, they could have eliminated the greatest enemy of the Demon King even before their birth.”

“So that’s what happened. This is a really dangerous situation.”

“But ironically, their actions gave birth to a hero. Is this the irony of prophecy?”

“What? The birth of a hero?”

“Yes. Congratulations on becoming a hero, Secretary Grandguignol.”

Béatrice said, crossing her arms with a smug look on her face.

“W-What are you talking about, Director? Me, a hero?”

“The imprint of the Holy Sword is permanent. If someone succeeds in imprinting the Holy Sword, the sword will not allow anyone else to wield it until the user dies.”

Upon hearing Béatrice’s words, Grandguignol quickly looked down at the Holy Sword in his hand.

Wuwungwung

The Holy Sword resonated as if confirming the words.

“S-So you mean…”

“Yes. It means that no one can use the Holy Sword until you die.”

“Me, a hero?”

Grandguignol imagined himself holding the Holy Sword and standing in front of the army of demons on the battlefield.

“Uh… Can’t I just not do it?”

“If you give up being a hero, it will be difficult for you to survive. Humanity needs heroes, and heroes need ownerless Holy Swords.”

“Oh. So if I don’t become a hero, I’ll die.”

Grandguignol felt despair.

“But you don’t have to worry too much. Succeeding in imprinting the Holy Sword means that you have been chosen by the sword and that you were destined to be a hero or had the talent for it from the beginning. You are probably the hero mentioned in the prophecy. I’m at a loss as to how to explain this to the Pope.”

Prophecy, Pope, whatever. This feels f*cked up to me.

“We entrust our humanity to you, new hero.”

Beatrice approached Vistus and extended her short, stubby arm towards him.

Thwack

The familiar ceiling that seemed as if she hadn’t seen it in a long time.

Vistus had somehow returned to his own room.

“A hero…”

Come to think of it, didn’t I say I was a hero in Sofia’s world?

That’s how I became a hero, by obtaining the Holy Sword.

Vistus, who felt like he had learned a little more about his former self as a hero.

“The Holy Sword.”

Vistus recalled the sensation of the artifact he had used earlier.

The ultimate sword that bestowed omnipotent power just by wielding it.

In the previous dream, Vistus was so overwhelmed by the power that his mind was consumed by it due to his strong physique. But this time, the memory of the sword was so vividly imprinted in his mind, as it became stronger thanks to the Holy Sword.

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And then.

“Huh?”

A brilliantly shining sword sprang up from the empty air into his hand.