Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Completion
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"A demonic sword... You mean that sword we saw in the tower before?"
"Exactly...! So I wasn't seeing things back then!"
Mary and Rapne reacted by recalling Tyrpione, the sword they had pulled out while conquering Tarros Tower.
In a way, it could be considered a relief.
It was certainly easier to accept something they'd seen once rather than something completely new.
'It should be fine.'
Just as Emily said, maybe I was worrying too much for no reason.
Of course, I'd brought up Tyrpione to the three of them because I planned to take her out here and now.
After hearing it was made from materials infused with demonic energy, it hit me.
Acquiring such materials right now would be tough.
But Tyrpione was a proper demonic sword that had absorbed the demonic energy from Tarros.
And I had a replica of her.
Even if it was a fake created using my mana, its performance could replicate the original's abilities fully.
"Then... it's okay, right...?"
To be safe, after finishing my explanation, I looked at the three of them and asked cautiously.
"Of course. To think you'd worry about something like that. Ken, you're too timid."
"Isn't it because of all the stuff you've done so far?"
"I'm fine with it! Ken's the best for me!"
"It's not just Rapne—it's the three of us who are the best for him."
"...Hmph."
Thankfully, unlike my fears, the three of them reacted positively.
Though Emily's comment about karma did nag at me a bit...
It was probably just a joke to lighten the tension.
Reassured, I stood up from my seat.
'Alright, time to take out Tyrpione...'
When a decision was made, I handled things quickly.
I wanted to get back to the academy and rest soon, too.
With that, I walked to the center of the room and reached into my subspace pouch.
It had been a while since I'd taken her out.
The last time I'd seen her was after conquering Tarros Tower and returning to the academy, when I'd checked her altered past.
Since then, her replica body had been slumbering in the pouch.
I slipped my hand inside and visualized the Tyrpione I wanted to retrieve.
Suddenly, my hand in the void grasped the sword's hilt.
As I slowly pulled it out, the luxurious sword from my memory appeared.
[Huh? ...Wha-what? Th-this sensation...?!] And as expected, a woman's voice flowed from the sword.
Like a dog at the family home welcoming you after a long absence.
[M-Masterrrrr―!!] Recognizing her own replica body the moment she emerged, she instantly formed a body of mana and—
Grab.
"Waaahhhhn~! I thought you'd forgotten all about me, Master~!"
She threw herself into my arms, wailing with joy.
In truth, I kind of had forgotten her.
"F-Forgotten? It was just that there hasn't been a crisis big enough to call on Tyrpione."
If there had been a strong enemy I could take down with her, I would've pulled her out without hesitation.
But enemies of that caliber would be on the level of the ancient dragon Tarros, so there'd been no need.
Thanks to that, after so long outside, she was rubbing her cheeks against me in a frenzy of delight.
I had no choice but to accept her, but with growing unease, I furtively glanced sideways.
Toward the three women.
The three I'd promised to marry.
'...They said it was fine.'
Confirming their expressions, I turned my head back with trembling eyes.
Maybe because of what they'd said earlier.
Their faces were smiling, clearly.
...Their faces were smiling, clearly.
"A-Anyway, Tyrpione. The reason I called you today is—"
"Yes! Just say the word, Master! This girl can handle any naughty task you command!"
"Want me to dunk you in a furnace if you spout nonsense?"
"Eek...!"
It might've been fine normally, but with those three watching, clinging to me and making jokes like that was poor taste.
See? Rapne's eyes are screaming murder.
"First, let me introduce you. Everyone, this is the Tyrpione I mentioned. She's a demonic sword."
I forcibly peeled her off me like a leech and introduced her to the three smiling murderously.
It felt like a cutthroat corporate interview.
In my rush to wrap it up, I quickly introduced the three to Tyrpione in turn.
"Tyrpione, from the left: Emily, Mary, and Rapne. ...All three are my fiancées."
"......Huh?"
I rattled off their names in order and explained our relationship.
Tyrpione, who had been smiling, froze like a robot with a loading glitch.
"...Fi-an-cées?"
She repeated the title "fiancée" as if confirming it.
And then.
"H-How can this be...? Ken! H-How could you take a fiancée when you have me?! Think it over again! Unlike those humans, I can stay by your side forever as a bouncy, youthful girl—!!"
Her face stricken, she sniffled and clung to my collar again.
The familiar red aura made it hard to shake her off forcefully, so I looked at the three with a troubled expression.
"Hmmm... Yeah, that sounds just like something Ken would explain ahead of time."
Emily nodded in understanding, and Mary and Rapne nodded along.
Watching from her chains, Jerry chimed in.
"I suspected as much, but engaged to all three at once...? And now some random woman too...?"
Jerry made a face of disgust—whether genuine or not, who could say.
"...Trash."
Yeah, exactly.
I had no excuse.
Even certified trash by a demon...
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After a sweaty introduction in every sense, I dove straight into the work.
"So, you're okay with it, right?"
"Yes! It's not my original body anyway, and as long as a new blade is added, I can transfer my spirit as many times as needed!"
I didn't understand the principle, but with her permission, I got right to it.
The method I'd come up with was extremely simple.
The new demonic sword needed a hilt.
One infused with strong demonic energy to withstand the blade's power.
And luckily, I had just the girl for it.
Tyrpione.
She'd absorbed the ancient dragon's demonic energy from Tarros for so long.
So, I decided to borrow just the hilt from one of her replicas.
Like this.
"Ahhn~! Aaah...! M-Master, th-this is my first time, so please be gentler...!"
"I get how you feel, but could you maybe sound a bit more pained?"
Reverse assembly: separating the blade from the hilt.
I knew the process wouldn't be peaceful.
"Nngh... B-But...! Your hands, Master...! They're so skilled, it's hard for this girl to endure...!"
This brat—was she doing it on purpose?
Her moans were suspiciously erotic as she writhed beside me.
Like she was putting on a show for the onlookers.
'H-Hurry up and finish.'
If I'd known it'd be like this, I should've found a solitary room, done the work there, and come back.
Rapne was helping with the task, but the piercing glares from Emily, Mary, and Jerry were burdensome.
In that thorny atmosphere, I pushed through with unprecedented focus and speed.
Successfully, I disassembled Tyrpione's replica into blade and hilt.
Then fused the hilt with the Goddess's Demonic Sword I'd prepared.
"Waaah...! Master! This feels so mystical...!"
"Even with a new blade, your appearance hasn't changed?"
I'd expected her spirit form to shift a bit, but Tyrpione looked and acted the same as ever.
To my question, she clung to my arm, smiled, and answered.
"I'm just the spirit bound to the sword called Tyrpione! As long as the sword Tyrpione endures, I'm immortal!"
Seemed that way.
So, this completed demonic sword was also named Tyrpione...?
Tyrpione (Mod) or Tyrpione (G) had a nice ring to it.
Curiously, when I'd separated the blade and hilt earlier, Tyrpione's form had vanished briefly.
Probably because the sword form disappeared, sending her spirit back to her main body.
Finally, I gripped the leftover old blade from Tyrpione.
The effect of a hiltless demonic sword—just the blade—which I'd wondered about since pondering the hilt.
Perfect chance to test it, so I swung Tyrpione's blade at a nearby apple.
Tyrpione's ability was corrosion.
A full Tyrpione would've rotted the apple instantly on contact.
But just the blade was weaker.
Corrosion happened, but far less potently than before.
'As expected, without being a complete sword, it's like this.'
That meant if I'd given Reinesis the Goddess's Demonic Sword with just its blade, no hilt...
My feared plan failure would've been correct.
"Anyway, it's complete!"
I proudly smiled, holding the sleek, assembled Tyrpione.
The three who'd adventured and suffered with me smiled faintly, admiring the beautiful demonic sword.
There'd been plenty of issues and incidents along the way.
But in the end, it was finished.
The key to protecting our happy future.
Handing this to Reinesis.
That would completely eradicate the seeds of that uneasy future.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The four who'd completed a long, arduous mission.
Or rather, five including the sword's spirit, smiled and celebrated the beautiful demonic sword they'd toiled to finish.
In that joyful room atmosphere.
One person alone.
Jerry gazed at the five with an uneasy expression.
'...No way they actually completed it.'
Shocked by the unbelievable result, she was quite flustered.
Making the blade was one thing, but she figured a hilt infused with demonic energy would take ages.
Such materials were incredibly rare.
You couldn't easily get them without going to the demon continent Karav.
So Jerry had withheld info on the hilt.
It wasn't betrayal for a sandwich.
She judged they couldn't make it right away anyway.
But no.
She'd heard Ken Fineshtein was an excellent craftsman.
But she never imagined he'd procure a hilt infused with demonic energy—and one with a spirit—instantly.
He'd pulled a spirit-bound demonic sword from his pouch and used its hilt in a genius move no one else would've thought of, completing the sword.
'At this rate... Lord Arleus is in danger.'
While she'd let her guard down, the sword that would take her master's life was complete in a flash.
She'd planned to steal it during the time it'd take for the hilt.
But no time for that—the sword was done.
And now it was about to go to the current Demon King, Reinesis.
Talk about a fire under her feet.
She had to snatch that demonic sword and deliver it to her master somehow, fast.
With that, Jerry dropped her carefree facade, eyeing them with serious intent.
'...Come to think of it, that guy said the three are his fiancées.'
Then she noticed the affectionate glances they exchanged.
At first, she'd thought it was a battlefield over one man.
But no—he'd proposed to all three at once, despite his innocent looks.
They weren't fighting for him; they were already sharing him.
'...In that case.'
A faint smile crept over Jerry's anxious face.
A reversal smile, spotting opportunity in crisis.
For now, she'd keep up the powerless act and bide her time.
Waiting for the right moment to make her move.