Chapter 591 (1/2)

Even though we were heading for the Commercial Fleet, we were not currently in the harbor. We had to head to the Sheftent first and then take a fast boat to it.

(Master, Weena Rhyn is back)

『You’re right. Let’s show her our faces then』

(Nn)

From the Academy of Magic’s camp built next to the Sheftent, we could feel the presence of Weena Rhyn there.

We decided to give her a brief update on our investigation. We also asked Lovren to report to the Adventurer’s Guild while we returned to the camp.

In the tent, we saw Weena Rhyn sitting in a chair, concentrating on something. Romio and Zelos Reed seemed to be in the next tent.

『What is she doing? Her magic seems to be flowing in strange ways』

「There’s a spirit…」

She was apparently communicating with a spirit. Fran was about to turn on her heel, thinking it would be a bad idea to interrupt her, but then Weena Rhyn opened her eyes and called out to her.

「Fran, it’s fine」

「Are you sure?」

「Yeah. I didn’t do anything serious. I was just gathering information from the surrounding spirits」

I’ve heard that communicating with spirits was a challenge even for a skilled Spirit Magic User, but apparently, it was no big deal for Weena Rhyn.

「I got your message. You think Rhyn’s in Kiarazen?」

「I’m sorry, but I couldn’t find her」

『We went there again. But we didn’t get to see Rhyn, we also heard a rumor that there was a stall run by a mysterious girl』

After that, we reported to Weena Rhyn about our previous conversations with Rhyn and the circumstances of our encounter.

Maybe it was because the time had passed, she didn’t get so emotional at the mere mention of Rhyn’s name anymore. Thanks to this, we were able to talk calmly.

First of all, there was the time when we met her at a stall in Kiarazen. We told her about how at first, we only thought she was a blind girl, and how she could still see us.

「…She was running a food stall in town?」

「Nn. It was delicious. But why did Rhyn, a spirit, would do something like that?」

「I’d like to know that too」

「Even Weena Rhyn doesn’t know?」

「Yes, I don’t know…」

I could see the deep anguish on Weena Rhyn’s face as she muttered. She really didn’t seem to understand the reason for Rhyn’s actions.

「I really don’t know what she’s thinking… I guess we’ll have to get in contact with her after all. Well, that’s fine for now. Tell me the rest」

「Nn」

At Weena Rhyn’s urging, we talked about the next time we saw Rhyn again. We told her about her sudden appearance and the advice Rhyn had given us.

「Does Rhyn really have the power to see the future?」

「Yes, I’m sure of it. And spirits don’t lie unless they’re ordered to do so by their contractors. Her case is a little more special, though… But I don’t think she’s lying」

『So, if my soul adapts to the sword, it’ll be a tragedy for Fran…?』

「That’s what it’s gonna be」

『Hey, what do you think I should do then?』

She was a person who had lived for thousands of years. So maybe she could give me some advice.

To be honest, I wasn’t really expecting much, but Weena Rhyn put her hand on her chin and started thinking.

「Hmm… That’s a very difficult question. First, Master doesn’t want to go crazy. But in order not to go crazy, he has to adapt to being a sword」

『Yeah』

「However, if he becomes a sword, he will lose his human emotions. Moreover, a tragedy might befall on Fran」

『Yes』

「In other words, you have to adapt to the sword without going crazy, but you also have to keep your human heart」

『You think that’s possible?』

Weena Rhyn pondered my question.

「…Oh right. I’ve met intelligence weapons several times in the past. But most of them had gone crazy. However, their craziness was different from each other」

「Different?」

「One was in an irrational, manic-depressive state. It was in the type of state that would come to mind when you think of the word “crazy”. But what they all had in common was that they hated their sword bodies and were tired of living as swords. I guess it was that the ego of the human being could not accept its sword body」

Just like the Fanatics. He was the type who didn’t know what he was going to do next.