321 319 Master and Meir (2/2)

”Say what! That Intelligence Weapon, huh? It's a gag, isn't it?

No, no, so is the Divine Sword, right? Instead, it's supposed to be a mythical superweapon. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

”Sure, the Divine Sword is amazing. But even though only a few of them have been confirmed, they say there are 26 swings in the world? But the Intelligence Weapon was unconfirmed! Given that, I'd rather say the master is rarer!

Well, can you even look at it that way? Because I myself have something like a draw against a divine sword that outperforms me, I'm like, ”I'm more rare, right? I can't say.”

”Mm-hmm. The master is amazing”

”Mm-hmm. As stunned as that Quina is.”

”Yes. Honestly, you're more surprised than you were when you met Fran”

Same faceless look, but just a little red on the cheek? Seriously, he's excited.

”So, what's it like to be tamed with a master?

When I was a slave...

Fran is talking about meeting me. Apparently Meir was impressed when she heard that. With a big cry, he wipes his tears and snot with a handkerchief that was given to him by Quina.

”Right, right! You guys met so we could meet! Zuby!”

If this looks like it, you don't have a problem revealing my abilities. I told Maers that I could absorb demon stones and be strong, that I don't know my roots, and that if I was a divine blacksmith, I might know something.

”I see! That's why! Manticore's demon stone was drained beautifully, and I wondered.”

”Your master absorbed it.”

”That's what I'm talking about.”

”But that's Intelligence Weapon. I didn't know it would grow.”

”Lind's growing, too.”

”That's just the power freeing up as I grow. Technically, it didn't grow. But the master is really growing up, isn't he? Even now it's that strength. Wouldn't there really be a day in which we would transcend the Divine Sword?

Well, the Divine Sword is a goal, but isn't it just hard to go beyond it? That's what I need to repeat, like this one, to annihilate a herd of warcraft. But Fran tells Mere with confidence.

”Naturally. Master is the best sword. Someday you'll be the strongest.”

”Ha ha! Then you're in competition! It is first that you will be able to exert the true power of my rind, or that Fran will raise his master to a sword beyond the divine sword!

”Huh. Naturally I win.”

”I can't beat you! Someday we'll summon Lynd to show him as a giant dragon to crush the castle, as it is in our heritage!

Crush the castle? That's hundreds of meters of dragons. 'Cause even a big size water dragon a little bit smaller than a ship was a threat B, huh? What a dragon of that size would surely be more than a threat A. That would be a tremendous amount of fighting power if I could call that out freely. That's a divine sword, not a glimmer.

But Fran assured me I was beyond the sword. Then you can't give up before I do. Let's get to that area one day and show it what Fran wants. A new goal!

”Where did Meir get Lind?

”I wasn't as dramatic as your lords, was I?

”Simply as an arms test, I was exploring the excavated ruins and stumbled upon a hidden room that was undiscovered. That's where Lind was resting.”

”Then I asked a divine blacksmith to appraise me because I said it was a slightly special sword, and it turned out to be a divine sword.”

No, isn't that called by the Divine Sword? You seem to think Meir's just a lucky guy who got it by chance, but wasn't he chosen? That's what Quina seems to think, and proudly - I don't see it, but she's making Fran listen to what happened when she got the Divine Sword.