"What should I do with this?"
The demon sword, now halved, continued to emit a dark aura, as if it was furious about its current state and was trying to assert its remaining power. Fortunately, it didnât seem to possess any self-repair capabilities.
I wanted to destroy it right now if I could. But I hesitated, knowing that if I destroyed it recklessly, I might lose any chance of tracking down the demon god. If it showed any signs of trying to disappear or take control of me, Iâd crush it without a second thought. I had no intention of letting another disaster unfold by leaving it intact.
"Come to think of it, isn't this sword the cause of all the trouble?"
It was this very sword that had disrupted my plans to awaken Leona as a hero.
I had orchestrated an encounter between Leona and Elissier to provide a light trial, but the sword had unleashed its malevolent aura on its own, nearly giving Leona a trauma and causing Elissier to become suspicious of it. After that, the sword had vanished, only to reappear with Astaroth, whom I thought was dead, and then forcibly controlled the Dullahan, creating an enormous snowball effect of problems.
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Startled by the sudden voice, I raised my radiant spear. I looked around, but there was no sign of anything approaching, and my detection magic didnât pick up anything either.
That left only one possibility. I looked down at the halved demon sword.
"What are you? Do you have a consciousness? Or is the demon god speaking through you?"
I recalled stories of gods communicating with heroes through sacred swords and decided to probe it a little.