I Picked Up the Abandoned Hero

Chapter 60

60 – 60. The Holy Sword and the Hero

“I am a stranger.”

As Stella looked at herself, Arcel shook his head.

The reason for such an answer is simple.

Soon he guessed what kind of question Stella was asking himself.

“…But they are really similar, especially the exterior. No, it’s not just the appearance.”

A swordsman who cuts down people and elves in burning ruins.

It cuts down all the arrows of the elves that fly faster than the wind, and catches up with the fleeing elves in an instant and cuts them in half.

But his sword skills resemble someone else’s.

I covered most of my body with a black cloth, but my face and hair were still faintly reflected in this jewel.

That mysterious swordsman had blond hair and blue eyes that I had seen somewhere.

For example, he resembles Arcel, the hero who defeated the demon king.

f*ck-!

“Ouch!”

Then, Stella let out her shriek.

“You stupid goblin, why do you only see things like that when you have good eyes?”

It’s because Alfred threw a sugar cube off the table at Stella’s forehead.

Arcel caught Stella who almost fell backwards at the moment.

Smoke rose from Stella’s forehead with a red mark from how hard she had thrown it.

It is a bonus that the flying sugar cubes turn into powder and get into your eyes and sting.

“Are you deliberately arguing for a game?!”

“A broken machine can be fixed by hitting it.

Alfred smiled benevolently and this time pointed at the swords the other swordsmen were holding.

“I was watching it anyway, but I can’t help being focused on other things.”

First, Stella rubs her forehead, concentrating on the light of her jewel.

I wanted to put an arrow through Alfred’s forehead right away, but now there’s something more important than that.

“This is the holy sword of the past warriors that I have been researching. It’s the information I gathered in the past while looking for a way to counter the demon lord.”

Clen held out a stack of papers with various holy swords on them.

“I heard that an elf’s eyes can see the flow of the world and the fate of things beyond mere good things. Even if it’s something mysterious like a holy sword.”

“…Okay, wait a minute.”

After receiving the materials, Stella picks out a few pages, contrasting the landscape in the jewel with the paper.

At first, Stella reacted in a negative way, but the more she examines her data, the more serious her face becomes.

“What is this, you want me to believe this right now?”

Thump!

In the end, Stella couldn’t stand it and hit the table and picked out all the pages until the last page.

There are a total of 6 pages separated by Stella.

All of them are pictures of the holy swords used by past warriors.

“Don’t argue with me, Grandma Clen did the research.”

“Most of the data was obtained from the elves. If you want to blame, blame your own people.”

“…But it’s strange, can’t it be that they’re all holy swords?”

The reason Stella did this was simple.

Dozens of swordsmen shining from the jewels.

But there were swordsmen who looked exceptionally talented, and the swords they were using were really unbelievable, but all of them were holy swords from the data.

In other words, there were as many as 6 holy swords.

Since there is already a precedent, I thought there might be two or three more holy swords, but there are more than I thought, and it doesn’t make sense when I think about it.

“I’d rather say it was a joke, then I won’t get angry.”

“Looks like you’re already full of anger?”

“It turns you into a hedgehog.”

“Try it somewhere.”

Until now, it was not enough that there were only one holy sword in a generation of warriors, and there were several swords. Even the swordsmen wielded the holy sword casually.

Does that make sense?

Simply carrying a holy sword and cutting enemies with that sword were different realms.

“Arsel, do you know what happened?”

In the end, Stella asked Arcel.

Arsel is the one who knows the holy sword best.

Although she was now being chased after being stripped of her name as a warrior, she still chose to be a warrior.

Stella’s question is that Arcel, who has lived the life of a hero with the holy sword and has also received the training of a hero, may know something.

“…As expected, I don’t know anything.”

But again, Arcel shook her head.

“I don’t know if you don’t even know, uh…”

The information about the holy sword that even the hero Arcel did not know was like a bird not knowing how to fly.

But this is a little different.

In this case, it’s not that birds didn’t know how to fly, but that there was another way to fly that even birds didn’t know.

“…”

Arcel just looked at the light of the jewel with a confused heart.

Six holy swords.

The six swordsmen who use that holy sword.

The holy sword is a sword that only the chosen can wield, and using that sword so freely meant that all of them were warriors.

“Grandma Clen, how did you say you brought the holy sword you brought to the auction house?”

Alfred asked Clen.

“After grinding the ashes of the warrior into fine pieces and scattering them on the magic cloth, I wrapped the holy sword with the cloth and brought it.”

It was a bit cruel for the hero to hear, but surprisingly, that method that was simpler than it looked was effective.

“Have you ever tried to use a holy sword that way?”

“It’s impossible. All he had to do was take out the Holy Sword, which had been stuck in the ground, and load it onto the wagon. I wondered if it was only the demons, so I tried it with other elves in the territory, but it was the same.”

However, it was still not up to the level of using the holy sword.

However, swordsmen who can be seen in the light have been observed drawing out even the magical power of the holy sword.

Sacred swords are light and have terrifyingly sharp blades even when purely based on sword standards, but besides that, each holy sword has its own special power, so it was called a holy sword.

But only the hero can use that power.

I couldn’t bring out the power of the Holy Sword even with the method that Clen found, so it’s ironic.

“…Is there any chance that all of them are warriors?”

Arcel, who had been quietly thinking, finally opened her mouth first.

Of course, the words that came out of her mouth were somewhat out of the blue.

“Um, is that all there is to it?”

Arsel’s opinion is that all six of them are warriors.

Thus, they had 6 holy swords, and the use of the holy swords was also free like that.

It sounds like a disaster to the demons, but funny enough, that’s the most credible assumption at the moment.

“But then why didn’t you do that sooner?! Everyone knows! How many lives were lost because of the war with the demons… It wasn’t just the demons, it was the same for us humans and elves!”

The number of people who died in the war was countless.

Stella felt her heart break when she saw the cold bloody corpse of an elf on the battlefield, but in the end it was all a sacrifice for peace, and she endured it.

But thanks to them, all those sacrifices are starting to feel like dog death.

All heroes have great power.

Being chosen to be born as stronger than others, in the case of Arcel, he is the first warrior who received advanced training in the kingdom to defeat the demon king and even return to life.

Arcel’s former warrior was also victorious against the demon king, but he took his own life, so that’s out of the question.

“But why…”

Anyway, there is not just one such powerful hero, but six.

In addition, each of them had holy swords that were recorded as being used by past warriors.

No matter how strong the demon king was, if there were six warriors the size of Arcel, the war would have ended more easily and quickly.

“Why did the humans bring out that stuff now?!”

Even that wasn’t because of the war with the demons or a life-and-death struggle with the demon king.

Use the warrior and the warrior’s holy sword to kill fellow humans as well as elves who were comrades.

Stella kept thinking of the dead people in her head.

Because it was similar to the elves being slaughtered right there.

She sheds tears and blood and fears death.

I tried to escape death somehow, but was eventually caught up and brutally murdered.

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I can’t do anything to watch that scene, and I’m on the verge of bloody tears.

“Calm down for a second, stupid goblin.”

“Looking at someone right now, you keep saying you’re stupid-“

Alfred, who was worse off, put a mask with an X on Stella’s mouth.

Stella no longer had a voice.

“Let’s look at the situation calmly for now. First of all. What kind of powers are these swordsmen? You already know this, but let’s make sure.”

“…The swords they use are similar to the swordsmanship I was trained by the knights in the kingdom. Although there are differences, they show high similarity in basic movements.”

Arsel said with a bitter expression.

Of course, a knight’s sword used in the kingdom of Hermod.

All of those swordsmen were showing the same movements as the swordsmanship Arcel had learned.

“Then second, do all of them look as strong as our real hero?”

Alfred smiled broadly and grabbed Arcel by the shoulder.

His body flinched and trembled, but thanks to that, Arcel’s expression was able to relax a little.

“It’s insignificant, I can kill all those things by myself without needing a split second.”

Clen rests his chin on it and says it’s not even worth asking.

“Right, if those guys were heroes, even if hundreds of thousands were sent to the demon king, tens of thousands would be wiped out at once? Those guys are too weak to be warriors. I don’t have a holy sword, but I don’t know about that blond swordsman.”

Alfred shook his head in a funny way.

“If you were a real hero in the first place, you could wipe out a village like that without a trace with a single swing of the sword.”

As the saying goes, the swordsmen out there are strong for humans, but weak for warriors.

I wonder if it’s only at the level of the first hero, who was said to be the weakest.

Except for the blonde swordsman who resembles Arcel.

As Alfred said, even though he didn’t have a holy sword, he seemed to be able to subdue all the others with that swordsman alone.

“…!”

Only then does Stella realize something and tries to open her mouth, but it is impossible because of the mask on her mouth.

I try to take off the mask, but it won’t come off as if it’s sealed.

In the end, all I could do was send all the curses at Alfred.

“Ha, it looks like a defective product from a counterfeit hero. Don’t you think so?”

Clen and Arcel nodded in agreement.

“So are you? A dwarf whose eyes often go round. By the way, a dwarf has no advantages other than good eyesight, which is a big deal. Is it because your heart is too narrow? Both internally and externally.”

Alfred sneered at Stella.

At the same time, Arcel and Clen were next to each other, making the comparison even more disastrous.

If it wasn’t for Arcel by my side, I would have taken out my bow and turned it into a hedgehog right away.

“Speaking of which, how about just wiping Hermod Kingdom off the map? Besides, if I just close my eyes and summon her mother one more time-“

“Alfred!”

“Just kidding, if that worked out I’d rather have Clen’s grandma go and make her mess as much as she wants.”

I said it as a joke, but Alfred seemed to regret it in his heart.

Clen next to him glared at Alfred.

The existence of the ash witch is a disaster itself, and she had reason left in her life, so she controlled herself, but she couldn’t do that when she was resurrected as an undead.

If you summon it by mistake and lose control, the entire world will turn white and ash.

I wondered if that was really sane.

However, it was oddly plausible that it was Alfred who said that.

“Let’s rest for now, Granny Clen needs some recuperation. I’ve been away from my castle for too long, so I have to take care of it.”

Said Alfred, putting the jewel back into his pocket.

“Ah, if you ask me to take off that mask, I will take it off.”

Instead, Stella’s mask was not removed.

Stella was still shooting every curse in the world she knew into her eyes.

“Tell me to take it off, I will take it off whenever you like. Of course, if you can speak with that mouth.”

“Alfred…”

Arsel, who was next to him, let out a deep sigh.

‘A child who looks like me, and six holy swords.’