Everyone Said They Were My Lover in a Dream

Holy Sword (3)

“I see. So this is a holy sword….”

Sophia nodded.

She had no idea about the ordinary form of a powerless holy sword.

“I can definitely feel traces of divine power in the sword. It seems like it was immersed in tremendous divine power until just a moment ago.”

Artoria murmured.

“It’s completely drained of power. That’s what Lucifer said.”

“Okay. I tried to awaken it by charging it with my sacred power, but it didn’t work.”

Sophia received the holy sword from Secretarys and examined it closely.

“Sophia, how did I charge this sword in the previous chapter?”

“…I don’t know.”

“What?”

“In the previous chapter, Secretarys never charged the holy sword separately. I’ve never even heard of the concept that the power of the holy sword runs out.”

“I see…”

Secretarys had hoped that Sophia, who had fought alongside him, would know how to use the holy sword, so he was even more disappointed.

“Um… Your Highness. Shall I try infusing my power into it?”

Artoria approached Secretarys, who had his head bowed, and whispered.

The Highness was someone from a world she didn’t know. Above all, it was something related to this barbarian woman that she didn’t like, so she didn’t want to help much.

However, seeing the disappointed expression on the Highness’s face made her want to do something to help.

“May I ask, Artoria?”

“…Yes!”

“Phew…”

Artoria, who received the holy sword from Secretarys, took a deep breath.

“Then let’s begin.”

Pa-aah!

A bright light emanated from her hand.

A mysterious power that made one feel devout just by looking at it.

It was the power of Artoria.

“Huff….”

Artoria poured her power into the holy sword in front of her.

Woohoo

Then, the holy sword began to tremble.

“Huh?”

The surface of the trembling holy sword quietly started to transform into the dazzling appearance of a holy sword, just like before.

“Is it…?”

“Artoria!”

Excitedly, Vissus embraced Artoria.

“M-My lord…!”

Unexpectedly, Artoria blushed at Vissus’ reaction.

“…hehehehe.”

“Hmph. I’ll let it slide this time.”

Sophia crossed her arms, seemingly annoyed.

Well, it’s true that Vissus was helpful.

“You’ve returned!”

Vissus received the holy sword back from Artoria.

The holy sword was once again in his grasp.

But the tremendous amount of power did not flow into him from the holy sword…

“Huh?”

Uuu…

The brilliant light of the Holy Sword gradually fades away.

“Why?”

The appearance of the Holy Sword had suddenly returned to that of an old sword.

“This method doesn’t seem to work.”

There’s probably no one on the continent right now who possesses more sacred power than Artoria.

Therefore, it seems impossible to recharge the Holy Sword using this method.

Then how did I, as a warrior, use the Holy Sword?

“Don’t be too disappointed, Bissus. If you continue to dream, you might be able to figure out how you used the Holy Sword in the previous cycle.”

“Y-Yes! Cheer up! Your Highness has always been able to find the answer even in the face of danger!”

“Thank you, both of you.”

Yeah.

I never thought I could have everything my way from the beginning.

It’s a shame, but if I continue to search for my memories as a warrior, I might be able to wield the Holy Sword.

Bissus pushed the Holy Sword into its sheath.

“By the way, they said today is the week to encourage club enrollment.”

Sophia spoke up to liven up the mood.

“Club…?”

Club enrollment encouragement week.

The first week of the semester at Lichten Academy was dedicated to orientation for classes, and the second week was designated as a club recruitment period for freshmen.

During this time, seniors appealed to the freshmen and encouraged them to join their clubs, fostering a period of interaction between upperclassmen and underclassmen.

However, it was not simply a pure promotional period for clubs.

As the academy itself was situated on the political frontlines of the continent, it was a complex and delicate time when personal relationships and factions were intertwined due to ongoing power struggles.

“The club recruitment for the Secretaries last week was no joke.”

“Yeah. It’s probably because you’re the Crown Prince, but I didn’t expect all the clubs to flock and try to recruit you like that.”

Following Robina, Secretaries received numerous requests for handshakes from various clubs.

As the illegitimate daughter of the Saintess or the Republic’s Chancellor, her position seemed too high to be recruited by any club. However, the fact that she had a close relationship with both of them and possessed exceptional martial arts skills as the disciple of the Marquis made it possible.

“Oh, right.”

Secretaries recalled the senior students who had gathered around him, making him feel uncomfortable.

“Isn’t there any way to stop this?”

He didn’t want to be caught up in such crowds again.

“There is a way to prevent those annoying things, Secretaries.”

“There is?”

“Yeah. The first method is to join a different club. In the previous round, Secretaries, you were a member of the Academy’s leadership.”

“Leadership… Right, I was.”

Secretaries remembered himself as a member of the leadership in his dream.

“If I join a club for sure, other seniors won’t bother me, but…”

Wouldn’t joining the leadership entail dealing with those kinds of bothersome tasks?

In his current position, where he had to block the “organization,” getting entangled in trivial leadership work was not ideal.

There are already various things to gather at the Academy.

Of course, it would be easier to approach them by using the position as a student council member, but on the other hand, it would restrict our freedom.

Since the student council members themselves are weak students who join to find a way to survive after graduation, the situation was such that they were being used as cheap labor in the academy.

Because of this, the student council members often had to be called and dispatched during their free time to resolve various incidents that occurred within the academy.

“But if you join the student council, it will be difficult for us to spend time together.”

“That’s right. That’s why I don’t recommend that. And joining an existing club would not be a good direction because it would affect the balance of power in the current academy factions.”

It’s a club that the Saint and the Chancellor’s daughter are joining.

If the news spreads just by hearing it, there will be an uproar.

“The second method is for us to create a club.”

“Us?”

“Yes. Generally, first-year students at the academy don’t create clubs. Above all, the club system is a continuation of factions that have existed from the beginning. There is no reason for freshmen who want to be integrated into the existing order to create a club. Even if they do create one, it would be fortunate if they can survive among the existing clubs. But our situation is different.”

“That’s an interesting idea!”

Artoria clapped her hands together.

“If it’s me, who can represent the kingdom, and this woman who can represent the republic, we can create a club and still have plenty of members!”

“That’s right. Who would dare to interfere with our club?”

“…Our club.”

Isn’t that great?

If the three of us create a club together, we won’t have to deal with interference from others, and we will have more freedom in our actions.

That’s not all.

By securing a club room, we can have our own base of operations.

“Let’s do it right now.”

* * *

Thump.

The door to the Student Council President’s office swung open.

“Good morning, President!”

“President, good morning!”

As Dia Belle walked in, all the students belonging to the Student Council stood up from their seats.

“Hello, everyone.”

Dia Belle smiled widely at them.

The male and female students blushed at her smile.

Dia Belle walked slowly to her seat and sat down.

“Did you all have a good weekend?”

“Yes!”

“Starting today, it’s Club Recruitment Week.”

“Yes! All clubs that have submitted recruitment forms to the Academy are currently in the process of recruiting…”

The Vice President of the Student Council, standing right in front of Dia Belle, began giving her a report.

The first operation of the “Organization” was starting this week.

Originally, they had planned to wait for about four days before executing the operation.

Tingling.

An inexplicable pain resonated within Dia Belle’s chest.

It must be because of the sight I saw in the bathroom the day before.

“I guess I have to execute it right away tomorrow.”

Secretary Granqui.

He had no interest and was the count’s tutor, someone he didn’t even know well.

Diavel was bothered by him for no reason.