Chapter 32. Medicinal Herbs (12)

Weekly Chapter (3/5)

“The marks show that he is not an expert with the sword.”

Volk did not mean to belittle Damien’s capabilities.

They recorded information from the battle scene. Anyone who could read the record would know that it was stupid to underestimate Damien’s talent.

Felix disliked Volk’s information. He was the only one who could underestimate Damien in the current situation. He was an inexperienced young man with an inflated ego.

“He’s been very lucky, right?”

Volk ignored Felix’s words.

“Perhaps the sword is imbued with high rank magic.”

Joyce was thoughtful.

“An enchanted sword…”

Felix added,

“Then it’s the sword’s power, not his own power.”

It was likely that he used an enchanted sword because his master was Sylverine.

But Joyce disagreed.

Although he never saw him draw his sword, he didn’t believe it was enchanted.

Enchanted swords had such a short shelf life that they had to be kept in a special enchanted scabbard to prevent the loss of magical power. Damien had an ordinary scabbard.

Besides, Sylverine would not have written a letter of recommendation to Eternia because he had an enchanted sword, which could be obtained with enough money.

That alone was not enough to explain it.

Volk added a few words,

“Otherwise, it’s a magic sword…”

Joyce nodded silently.

This surrealistic theory was the most credible.

“Isn’t it the same thing? Either way, it’s not his own power.”

Felix assumed there was no difference.

Volk dismissed Felix’s words.

“You’re wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

Volk declined to add any further explanation.

Joyce swallowed saliva.

Maybe it really is a magic sword.

A magic sword represented a talent from a completely different dimension.

Unlike an enchanted sword, a magic sword had an ego presence. However, that ego did not have complex thoughts like a human being.

Each magic sword had its own will, so there were conditions to be able to wield them. The first was for the sword to choose the wielder.

But that was not an absolute condition. Some Sword Masters could ignore the will of the sword. They would have to endure the side effects, of course.

The second most important condition was to withstand great magical pressure. The magic sword produced great magical pressure due to the mana concentrated in it. A person might faint if they were nearby, so the wielder was under much greater magical pressure.

If someone held a magic sword recklessly, they could pass out, lose consciousness for several months or even become an idiot.

Resistance to magical pressure did not increase with training. The wielder had to have an innate resistance.

Volk was certain that Damien was a magic sword wielder.

Damien would be in danger if rumors spread about it, but he wouldn’t be in serious trouble if Sylverine was with him.

Felix muttered,

“It’s nothing great, it’s just a magic sword.”

Volk cautioned Felix,
“Felix, you haven’t heard anything. You can’t talk about the magic sword.”

“What? …Ahh!”

Felix fell on his face because he stepped on the flesh of a ghoul.

“Don’t you know yet that you have to look at the floor?”

Joyce shook his head as he looked at Felix. His inexperience was obvious.

No one could fall in a place like this. Even if that person wielded a magic sword, the ghouls would tear off his limbs in a second.

Felix was also preparing to enter the Academy, but probably would not be accepted. He was here as a knight’s apprentice due to a large donation.

Surely, he would soon ask his father to buy him an enchanted sword.

Joyce sighed deeply.

***

Popper approached Damien with his hands behind his back.

He sat and waited for Popper to reveal his intentions.

It was the first time they had met without Sylverine.

The knights near the house also wanted to ask Damien questions, so they perked up their ears in the hope that Popper would clear up their doubts.

Popper finally spoke,

“May I look at your sword?”