At the end of the 5th century, in a town in the southwest of Britain.
This was an ordinary town.
The buildings in the town were a little simple. Other than a small church made of stone, there were simple shacks made of wooden planks.
Outside the town was a large area of undeveloped land.
The grass that was half a meter tall swayed slightly in the breeze. The golden sunset shone on them. From afar, they looked like golden waves.
And now, in this golden wave.
The girl named Altolia Pandora stood there, quietly looking at the holy sword stuck in the rock wall.
It was an exquisitely crafted longsword.
The golden color that symbolized nobility and the blue color that symbolized calmness interweaved together to form the hilt of this holy sword.
The sword was very long, and it could even be said to be a little slender. Coupled with the two rubies embedded on both ends of the sword hilt, it often gave people the feeling of a flashy work of art.
Of course, that wasn't wrong.
"After all, it's a weapon forged by the fairies. It's normal for the design to be a little exaggerated.”
"However, please do not underestimate it. If it is in the hands of a true king, it can unleash power that is no less than the Star Holy Sword.”
The Flower Magician explained with a smile.
Artolia didn't comment.
After all, she had never come into contact with a real Holy Sword. In fact, she had never even come into contact with a real sword.
When she was at her adoptive father's house, she used a wooden sword to train for him.
She naturally could not understand what the Holy Sword meant.
But at the same time, she knew that she was qualified to draw the holy sword.
Or, more precisely speaking, he was a man who had been born in a family. All her experience in the past fifteen years was to prepare for drawing this Holy Sword.
As the illegitimate daughter of the late king, she was placed in the care of a loyal and reliable knight's family. She learned to pretend to be a man to live, to learn swordsmanship, to learn state affairs, and to abandon her human feelings.
And all of this was for her to successfully pull out this holy sword that symbolized her status as a king today.
Whoever draws this sword shall be the King of England.
Putting her hand on the sword hilt, Artolia saw the inscription carved on the sword.
The wise flower magician wanted to use this method to announce the return of the Red Dragon King to the island, but for the girl who was about to become the king, this sword was not a proof or a reward at all.
It was a real curse.
"Have you thought it through?"
"If you really pick up that sword, you will no longer be a human.”
" In fact, you will be hated by everyone, and you will welcome death in endless misery.”
Looking at the right hand that was already holding the sword hilt, the Flower Magician who was standing behind Altoria gave her last warning.
Or rather, it was a prophecy.
At the same time, with the voice of the Flower Magician, the image of the future was transmitted to Altoria's mind, allowing her to see her tragic fate.
For a Flower Magician who had half of the Nightmare bloodline flowing in his body, this was an easy task.
But even after seeing such a tragic future, Altoria did not hesitate.
She gripped the hilt tightly, allowing the power in her body to surge into the Holy Sword.
It was the magic power in Altolia's body. It was a mystery that she should have as the Red Dragon King, but it had been hidden in her body all this time and could not be released.
Now, it had been completely absorbed by the Holy Sword that symbolized the status of a king.
At the same time, as a response to this power and mystery.
"Swoosh-"
The sword that was originally shining with silver light gradually changed color.
The golden color that symbolized royalty gradually appeared in Altolia's sight.
Caliburn
As a proof of its recognition, the name of the holy sword appeared in Altoria's mind.
However, what surprised Altolia was…
This name was not the only thing that appeared in her mind.
There was also a very unfamiliar cheerful voice.
"Yo, hello!"
"Artolia Pandora.”
"My name is Shaya."
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
……
The Holy Sword had a spirit.
Altolia had learned this principle from Merlin a long time ago.
In fact, Artolia even knew about it. Not only did the Holy Sword have a spirit, but it could also choose its master.
In layman's terms, there were often a lot of restrictions on the Holy Sword. Only those who met these restrictions could become the owner of the Holy Sword.
Moreover, he was only the 'temporary' owner of the Holy Sword.
If the owner of the Holy Sword did something against the will of the Holy Sword, the Holy Sword would automatically break or abandon its current owner.
In the original history, Altoria's Sword of Choosing the King was broken because of a duel that violated the spirit of chivalry.
In other words, if the user of the Holy Sword could always adhere to the " rules " of the Holy Sword, they would be able to unleash unparalleled combat power.
This was also the reason why Merlin said that in the hands of a true king, this Kingslayer Sword would erupt with power that was not inferior to the Starry Sword.
There were differences in strength between weapons, but what truly determined victory was the unwavering determination.
However, she was a little confused.
"You are…the sword spirit of this sword?”
Altolia asked carefully in her mind, trying to communicate with the voice that had just appeared in her mind.
After getting a positive answer, Artolia still couldn't believe it.
"The Holy Sword has a spirit…Is that what it means?”
She stared blankly at the Holy Sword in her hand. For the first time, her green eyes showed the confusion and confusion that she should have at her age.
In her opinion, a holy sword with its own will and a holy sword that could speak were two completely different things.
The former was just a slightly special treasure, while the latter…was clearly a real living being, alright?
However, what Artolia didn't expect was…
In the next moment, the sword spirit of the Holy Sword revealed a piece of rather terrible news to her.
"Well…I'm sorry to disappoint you.”
The unfamiliar voice sounded in her mind again.
However, compared to the joy just now. This time, there was an apologetic tone in his voice.
"Actually, I'm not a Holy Sword at all.”
“？？？”
I'm actually a demonic sword…"
“！！！”
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