“Well, whatever. I’ll take it. 300 coins, right? Just a sec.”
The girl pulled a large leather pouch from her coat and the jingle of gold rang out.
But I couldn’t let that slide.
“Hey.”
“What is it?”
“How much do you think this sword is worth?”
She froze like a pigeon hit by a peashooter, but after a brief moment of hesitation, she crossed her arms and gave it some thought.
“Fifty gold coins.”
“Break it down.”
“Forty-nine coins for Gurba’s technique. The rest for materials. Honestly, calling this his greatest work is a joke. It’s made from low-grade demon—lesser demon—parts and regular iron ore. Even saying it’s worth fifty is being generous. Sure, the craftsmanship is top-notch. But beyond that? It’s worthless.”
Whoa, whoa, seriously?
She knows. She sees it. That there’s no emotion, no soul, put into this sword by Gurba.
Nice. Nice.
Time to reevaluate. Some spoiled noble’s rich daughter? Nah.
This girl—she’s not that kind of person.
“Wait a second. I heard this sword’s something special, right? Like, pulling it out is a big deal?”
“Hmph. So they say. But I disagree. This sword isn’t for the ‘chosen strong’—no. Only a defective creature, one who feels no fear in the face of death, can draw and wield it. There’s no glory here. It’s a monster’s brand.”
“A monster’s… huh.”
“Exactly. A weapon humans can’t use is pointless. As arms go, it’s a failure. At best, it’s an art piece. If someone calls that a masterpiece, they’re no smith—they should rename themselves an artist. Frankly, if more people realized that, it’d be worthless. Not that saying so changes anything.”
“…………Pfft—HAHAHA!”
Who the hell is this girl?
Dead right. If she gets it and still wants it, she’s the real deal.
Gurba’s ideal—his creed—was [weapons meant to be wielded to their fullest].
A sword for display isn’t a weapon; it’s decor. Maybe he stabbed this tree to find someone who shared his philosophy… or to mock those who only care about titles.
Either way, at least one person here sees through it: her.
“Fine. Fifty gold coins, and it’s yours.”
“Hah? What’re you—…………Did you try it?”
“Not like that. But if I’m handing this over, it better be to someone worthy.”
“…I don’t get you.”
I yank the sword from the ground and offer it to the baffled girl.
“Though, even if I give it to you, covering this up’ll be tough. What about the dozen witnesses?”
“Fewer than twenty. Ten coins each should… buy us a week. Beyond that, no guarantees.”
“…A week. You’ve got plans?”
“Not telling.”
“Fair.”
After packing fifty coins into a separate pouch and handing it over, she grabs the sword from me—
“Tch…! Ugh…! Heavy as hell… Swinging it’s out of the question…”
—and drags it limply before glaring up.
“How are you holding this so casually…? You’re insane.”
“I know.”
If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have founded an edgelord cult like Helheim.
Five minutes left. Time to go.
“Well, whatever you’re planning, good luck.”
“…Hey. Your name?”
My rare, genuine encouragement earns me nothing but skeptical side-eye.
After a pause, I figure a little connection couldn’t hurt…
“I’ll let you know next time we meet.”
“…The hell’s that?”
I slip into cringey, overly dramatic banter.
Ugh, it just comes out… Gotta watch that.
Turning my back, I walk away—until cheers erupt behind me moments later.
At their center: that girl. A few who saw me pull the sword tilt their heads in confusion, but their faces relax into nods as she discreetly passes them coins.
Soon, the noise drowns under the growing crowd’s excitement.
“Satisfied?”
“Oh yeah. Best rush since I met you guys. Perfect.”
“…Tch.”
“Why the sigh, Nifl?”
“No reason.”
“You’re in a great mood, my king!”
“Haven’t seen you this lively in ages!”
“Dunno why… Felt like spotting raw talent.”
That dull-eyed girl from Gagiur.
If she’s tied to Helheim, helping her might be worth it… but straying from the main path’s a hassle. We’ll meet again if fate allows.
“For now, gotta track down Gurba…”
I smirk, patting my warmed coin purse and the girl with insane potential.
And yet…
[—This is none of your concern. My solitude is mine alone. Not to be shared, nor pitied. Certainly not something a mere human like you could fix.]
She reminds me… of her.
The one who bore a cross too heavy to speak of.
“Lolicon Corpse King.”
“N-Nifl, that’s too far…!”
“…Hmph.”
Gotta smooth things over with Nifl first…
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Helheim’s leader—the Corpse King.
His encounter with Fifth Princess Asha shattered Griffil Kingdom’s century-long silence, driving its royal family to reclaim forbidden arts.
Youth summoned from another world.
Dubbed the kingdom’s elite Heroes, they embarked on a campaign against Helheim under Griffil’s banner.
Their first mission: the sword embedded in Gagiur’s great tree—a trial by the smith-god Gurba.
A colossal eight-legged horse pulled a carriage fit for thirty, flanked by five escort wagons. Inside, Asha and the Heroes mused over their journey.
“Asha-chan, are we almost there?”
“Yes. That colossal tree ahead is Gagiur’s Great tree d—second only to the continent’s centerpiece, the Divine Tree Ygguel.”
“Whoa! This is another world!”
“And at its roots… a sword only the chosen can draw… It’s like a fairy tale!”
The boys crowded around the beautiful princess, peppering her with questions about geography and landmarks.
But it wasn’t just them—the girls, too, sparkled at sights unseen in their world. The distant haze of Ygguel was mesmerizing, but the towering tree before them commanded their gaze.
“Sigh…”
“Hizaki? You okay?”
“…………Fine.”
I can’t exactly say, “You’re in my way,” to the guy who’s clung to me like a lost puppy since summoning.
“Kawasaki-kun! Come look with us!”
“That tree’s amazing!”
“N-No, I’m good…”
Kawasaki Kyou—still stealing glances at me—refuses to leave the seat beside me, even as girls tug his arm.
The atmosphere reeks of discomfort: the clueless boy, the girls shooting him “read the room” glares.
“…Go ahead.”
“…You sure? You’ll be okay alone?”
Ugh. Acting like my boyfriend now?
I nod tersely. Reluctantly, he lets them lead him away.
Both boys and girls were equally intoxicated by this unreality. Though no dramatic changes had occurred
yet, their newfound boldness was palpable—thanks to the powers bestowed upon them.
[Hyouka Hizaki]
Useable Magic:
【Ice Magic】Lv. 1
Unique Ability:
【Silver Star’s Favored Princess】
Boosts magic/physique in icy environments.
Grants auto-dodge/counter mechanisms.
Title:
【Frost Corpse King’s Sister】
Proof of a god’s curiosity.
Breaks ice magic’s growth limit.
Each summoned received magic and a unique ability.
After trying all those things, they ended up gaining an unfounded confidence—something they never had in our original world.
And confidence—or the lack thereof—can drastically change a person.
In fact, I once saw someone who used to just sit in the corner of the classroom and wait for time to pass, now going out of their way to strike up conversations with female classmates or even with Princess Asha. Even now, I can feel a few male students glancing over at the empty seat beside me, trying to look like they’re not interested.
As I was wondering what to do about that…
“Hyouka, may I sit next to you?”
“…Princess Asha.”
She tilted her head gracefully, her golden hair swaying with the motion.
That elegance—it didn’t feel like something a twelve-year-old should possess. I gave her a curt “Go ahead.”
Princess Asha beamed happily and gently eased her light body into the seat.
“You look troubled,”
“…Yes. I’d like to return to my world as soon as possible.”
“…I’m terribly sorry. It’s completely our country’s fault, with no excuse to offer. But, as I explained before, once the objective is fulfilled, you’ll be able to return to your world. And the time coordinates can be matched to almost exactly the day you were summoned!”
“ ………… ”
……There it is.
As she passionately explained, gripping my hand tightly, I could feel both a deep sense of duty and overwhelming guilt coexisting within her.
It wasn’t the gaze of a twelve-year-old.
This summoning itself—just like everything else—the Holy Kingdom of Griffil that summoned me… is quietly, subtly insane.
There must’ve been some fundamental flaw in the bloodline that shaped the royal family.
But that’s none of my concern.
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