Chapter 207: - It's a sign!
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I was in my room, which I had prepared for myself in the new capital, Ptarescu. It is a dwelling made of alchemist's Eve. However, the main body of Rose has been brought from Herberfulton, so it is very comfortable. This will be the base of operations from now on.
The inauguration ceremony the day before yesterday went fairly well.
After planting the seedlings of Kagero, not only Sailuke but also Anne, the undead dragon, has been messing around with it, and it has become a bigger tree than the one in the Harbor Fulton.
There was a happening that His Highness Lily, who had not yet returned, jumped in and greeted the guests. I had only a little trouble, as my greeting came after that, and I received more cheers than His Highness Lily.
I stopped reminiscing and focused my attention.
In front of me was a workbench. And there is a sword on it. It was a sealed scroll, wrapped around it.
I carefully and slowly remove the scroll from the sword.
I gently place my hand on the exposed sword.
I can feel the heat even through my gloves.
It seems to resonate with my newfound power of enchantment.
The sword of Taura, cursed with the price of the sorcerer's life, pierced my abdomen.
The curse, however, seems to have been transformed by my blood.
It seems that my flesh and blood are quite contaminated with the potion.
Well, I have an idea. I drank a lot of stamina potions during my hard working days in the association.
I also experimented on my own body to make a Bloody Potion of some kind.
That's why the curse pattern from the tip of the sword to the point where it pierced my abdomen is not right.
I look at the information about the sword shown on the scroll of the transcription and sigh.
It is almost garbled and unreadable. I fearfully try to remove the altered curse with various potions and pure water, but to my surprise, they are also rejected.
Alchemy could not help us if the cause of the curse was also garbled and unreadable.
"Maybe alchemy and curses are opposites after all. But I'm at a loss.
I mutter to myself, remembering what Taura told me when she gave me this sword because it was dangerous.
It was a memento given to me by someone who had helped me in the past as a gift to celebrate my becoming a knight of the temple.
Taura's eyes were kind as ever when she told me that she had been Hinageshi's favorite person.
"Perhaps he was one of the companions who was killed by the sorcerer. I wish I could somehow make him useful again.
I willingly remove the glove from my right hand. Gently, I pour a black mist of the curse from my right hand and touch the grip of the sword.
I can feel the curse penetrate the middle of the sword, but I feel a strong rebound in the middle of the blade, and I release my hand.
"No, I can't get a grip. No, I can't get a grip. Oops!
That's when it happened. The world shook.
I quickly grasped my sword with my right hand and grabbed the workbench to stabilize myself. But the shaking was so severe that it was difficult to stand still. I had grabbed the root of the blade when I thought I had grabbed the grip of the sword. The palm of your hand is cut shallowly, and blood seeps out.
"Ah!"
The shaking stops.
"What was that? I don't even think it's just an earth tremor. ......"
I sprinkle the potion on the wound in my right palm. That's when it happened. The blade of the sword comes into view. The pattern of the blood and curse on my right hand has been rewritten.
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I was in my room, which I had prepared for myself in the new capital, Ptarescu. It is a dwelling made of alchemist's Eve. However, the main body of Rose has been brought from Herberfulton, so it is very comfortable. This will be the base of operations from now on.
The inauguration ceremony the day before yesterday went fairly well.
After planting the seedlings of Kagero, not only Sailuke but also Anne, the undead dragon, has been messing around with it, and it has become a bigger tree than the one in the Harbor Fulton.
There was a happening that His Highness Lily, who had not yet returned, jumped in and greeted the guests. I had only a little trouble, as my greeting came after that, and I received more cheers than His Highness Lily.
I stopped reminiscing and focused my attention.
In front of me was a workbench. And there is a sword on it. It was a sealed scroll, wrapped around it.
I carefully and slowly remove the scroll from the sword.
I gently place my hand on the exposed sword.
I can feel the heat even through my gloves.
It seems to resonate with my newfound power of enchantment.
The sword of Taura, cursed with the price of the sorcerer's life, pierced my abdomen.
The curse, however, seems to have been transformed by my blood.
It seems that my flesh and blood are quite contaminated with the potion.
Well, I have an idea. I drank a lot of stamina potions during my hard working days in the association.
I also experimented on my own body to make a Bloody Potion of some kind.
That's why the curse pattern from the tip of the sword to the point where it pierced my abdomen is not right.
I look at the information about the sword shown on the scroll of the transcription and sigh.
It is almost garbled and unreadable. I fearfully try to remove the altered curse with various potions and pure water, but to my surprise, they are also rejected.
Alchemy could not help us if the cause of the curse was also garbled and unreadable.
"Maybe alchemy and curses are opposites after all. But I'm at a loss.
I mutter to myself, remembering what Taura told me when she gave me this sword because it was dangerous.
It was a memento given to me by someone who had helped me in the past as a gift to celebrate my becoming a knight of the temple.
Taura's eyes were kind as ever when she told me that she had been Hinageshi's favorite person.
"Perhaps he was one of the companions who was killed by the sorcerer. I wish I could somehow make him useful again.
I willingly remove the glove from my right hand. Gently, I pour a black mist of the curse from my right hand and touch the grip of the sword.
I can feel the curse penetrate the middle of the sword, but I feel a strong rebound in the middle of the blade, and I release my hand.
"No, I can't get a grip. No, I can't get a grip. Oops!
That's when it happened. The world shook.
I quickly grasped my sword with my right hand and grabbed the workbench to stabilize myself. But the shaking was so severe that it was difficult to stand still. I had grabbed the root of the blade when I thought I had grabbed the grip of the sword. The palm of your hand is cut shallowly, and blood seeps out.
"Ah!"
The shaking stops.
"What was that? I don't even think it's just an earth tremor. ......"
I sprinkle the potion on the wound in my right palm. That's when it happened. The blade of the sword comes into view. The pattern of the blood and curse on my right hand has been rewritten.
I was in my room, which I had prepared for myself in the new capital, Ptarescu. It is a dwelling made of alchemist's Eve. However, the main body of Rose has been brought from Herberfulton, so it is very comfortable. This will be the base of operations from now on.The inauguration ceremony the day before yesterday went fairly well.After planting the seedlings of Kagero, not only Sailuke but also Anne, the undead dragon, has been messing around with it, and it has become a bigger tree than the one in the Harbor Fulton.There was a happening that His Highness Lily, who had not yet returned, jumped in and greeted the guests. I had only a little trouble, as my greeting came after that, and I received more cheers than His Highness Lily.I stopped reminiscing and focused my attention.In front of me was a workbench. And there is a sword on it. It was a sealed scroll, wrapped around it.I carefully and slowly remove the scroll from the sword.I gently place my hand on the exposed sword.I can feel the heat even through my gloves.It seems to resonate with my newfound power of enchantment.The sword of Taura, cursed with the price of the sorcerer's life, pierced my abdomen.The curse, however, seems to have been transformed by my blood.It seems that my flesh and blood are quite contaminated with the potion.Well, I have an idea. I drank a lot of stamina potions during my hard working days in the association.I also experimented on my own body to make a Bloody Potion of some kind.That's why the curse pattern from the tip of the sword to the point where it pierced my abdomen is not right.I look at the information about the sword shown on the scroll of the transcription and sigh.It is almost garbled and unreadable. I fearfully try to remove the altered curse with various potions and pure water, but to my surprise, they are also rejected.Alchemy could not help us if the cause of the curse was also garbled and unreadable."Maybe alchemy and curses are opposites after all. But I'm at a loss.I mutter to myself, remembering what Taura told me when she gave me this sword because it was dangerous.It was a memento given to me by someone who had helped me in the past as a gift to celebrate my becoming a knight of the temple.Taura's eyes were kind as ever when she told me that she had been Hinageshi's favorite person."Perhaps he was one of the companions who was killed by the sorcerer. I wish I could somehow make him useful again.I willingly remove the glove from my right hand. Gently, I pour a black mist of the curse from my right hand and touch the grip of the sword.I can feel the curse penetrate the middle of the sword, but I feel a strong rebound in the middle of the blade, and I release my hand."No, I can't get a grip. No, I can't get a grip. Oops!That's when it happened. The world shook.I quickly grasped my sword with my right hand and grabbed the workbench to stabilize myself. But the shaking was so severe that it was difficult to stand still. I had grabbed the root of the blade when I thought I had grabbed the grip of the sword. The palm of your hand is cut shallowly, and blood seeps out."Ah!"The shaking stops."What was that? I don't even think it's just an earth tremor. ......"I sprinkle the potion on the wound in my right palm. That's when it happened. The blade of the sword comes into view. The pattern of the blood and curse on my right hand has been rewritten.
