The Second Son of the Count Is Too Good

The demon’s eyes flashed in the thick darkness. It was because he felt the signal he had been waiting for all this time.

– Did that b*tch finally fall asleep?

The essence of a demon is a nightmare. When someone falls asleep, you instinctively know. The object I feel now is also the same.

His nemesis that he had been keeping an eye on all along. The woman that humans call a saint has finally fallen asleep.

-hahahaha. Also, mortals are no different.

No matter how much he wields power that is superlative to the devil, his essence is a being with flesh and blood. You cannot live without sleep.

I was able to hold on for a long time at three days, but in the end, this is my limit. But the devil had no intention of ending it here.

– It’s still too early to rest.

The surrounding black mist rolled over and rushed into the central district of Baltor City. I was thinking of giving people a taste of pain once again.

If humans scream in pain, the saintess will wake up again. You won’t be able to rest for a while, and you will have to spend each day with open eyes again.

And finally, when you can’t resist even the slightest, you will taste the pain of a saintess.

-Come on, humans! Scream in pain! All of that is my strength!

With a terrifying laugh, the demonic mist poured into the central district. Soon, unbearable pain will overwhelm your whole body.

My body trembled with pleasure at the thought of tasting the abigyuhwan.

-ha ha ha! Go ahead and scream! Wake up the saintess…?

growl!

The devil, who was shouting excitedly, realized something was strange. Despite reaching the fog, the humans slept too well.

Not to mention the pain, he didn’t even frown in his sleep.

-what? What happened!?

Embarrassed, the devil approached people. What did the saintess do? Or the paladins who were around?

Holy water, barriers, or ancient rituals? Have you found a way to deal with yourself? The devil gnashed his teeth and added more power to the fog.

– Then I’ll dig into your head myself!

No matter how indirectly you block phantom pain, you won’t be able to stop it if you directly interfere with your dreams! It was when the devil’s touch touched people’s minds.

“Uhhhhh, I’m going crazy… go away!”

-…These bastards sucked!

These crazy bastards! No matter how much it was to avoid the pain, I didn’t know that I would touch the medicine.

But in this way, even the devil could not inflict pain. The devil, who was grinding his teeth, soon headed for the saintess’s dream.

-The saintess has gone as far as she can go. Then I’ll make fun of you!

If she even used medicine, it would be a last resort that even the saintess did not want to use. You must be writhing with guilt by now.

If you made fun of her during a conversation, you would be deeply shocked. It was the moment when I came into contact with the saintess’ dream with a sneer.

“I’m a bishop… I’ve become an angel… I’m flying in the sky… mmm…”

-Why is this b*tch taking medicine!?

A scream erupted from the devil whose common sense was destroyed.

****

The next day, Saint Lydia greeted the party with a shiny face. It was an effect brought about by three days of sound sleep.

“thank you. What would have happened if it hadn’t been for that elixir…”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“no. It was really dangerous. Otherwise, an irreversible situation could have occurred.”

Lydia, smiling brightly, let out a sigh as if she remembered yesterday when she was about to collapse.

In fact, before the return, it was as she feared.

‘Because the devil sucked the power of all people while killing them in pain.’

The period that the saintess and the others were confined in the city of Baltor was about 15 days. Almost every four or four days, the demons repeatedly collapsed after being awake, and each time the demon attacked the residents.

As a result, casualties amounted to one-third of the total resident population.

Considering that the number of people who have evacuated now accounts for about half of the resident population, it means that more than two-thirds of that many people have died.

‘In the end, I won, but it was almost luck.’

It was a major incident that could have resulted in the annihilation of not only the saintess and her party, but also the Bernstein family’s knights, including Julich.

It was to the point that Julich, who liked to step forward, became reluctant to go directly to a dangerous site after this incident.

“How are people feeling?”

“Maybe it was because I had a good night’s sleep after a long time, but I found some energy.”

“That’s good.”

“But there is no time. If we don’t find and defeat the demon as soon as possible, the same thing will only happen again.”

Luke also nodded at Lydia’s concern. It is only once or twice that he deceived the drug as an elixir and fed it.

If we do not find and eliminate the root cause, the devil, we will remain in place. However, the current situation of the saintess was a problem.

“If I move from here, the fog will hit you again.”

“If only we and the other paladins move…”

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“I don’t mean to disrespect you, but there are extremely limited ways to fight demons. Even if they did encounter it, they would lack firepower.”

It may be able to inflict wounds, but if it does, the demon will go back into hiding and recover its health.

There is little point in encountering a demon unless you kill it in one fell swoop. And the only one who possesses that much divine power is a saint.

“The best way is to cast a powerful consecration on the weapon…”

“Can you?”

“It is possible. However, it requires enormous divine power.”

It is a situation where they are using enormous power to prevent the devil from entering the central district. Conversely, if you consecrate enough to defeat the devil, the saintess will become weak.

However, there is no difference between not doing it and not doing it.

-Keukkeuk… It’s a single caller…

The demonic sword hanging from his waist rattled and laughed at Luke. Now, the nuance of what to do with you was deeply buried.

Luke, who had lowered his head with a calm face, opened his eyes.

“There may be hope.”

“If you say hope…?”

“Please take a good look at this sword.”

Luke drew the sword from his waistband, grabbed it with both hands, and held it out. Lydia exclaimed at the sight of the beautiful sword.

“It is a beautiful sword.”

“yes. It is said to be a holy sword found in a dungeon.”

“Holy Sword!”

Lydia was startled. Isn’t the sword that is said to be superlative to the devil the holy sword! To think that I had it right in front of me and didn’t even know it!

“But there is a problem with this holy sword.”

“Is it a problem?”

“Perhaps because it has been sleeping for a long time, it has enormous power inside, but it is unable to use it at all.”

“I can’t…!”

In reality, though, the sword only lends no power. To Lydia, who felt sorry for him, Luke shouted hopefully, removing the gloomy light from his face.

“But there is a way. From what I’ve heard, there are cases where the power contained in a holy relic is transferred to a saint.”

“Yes, there are people who sometimes get the power contained in the relic. However, after that, the power of the relic will weaken or disappear altogether.”

“Then, why don’t you give it a try, too? If it’s the saintess, you might be able to gain the power of this sword.”

“I-I have the power of the holy sword?”

Lydia’s eyes widened at the unexpected sound. The Demonic Sword burst into laughter as he listened to the conversation between the two.

-You idiot…! Did I say I’m a holy relic…? I’m just a demonic sword…! It’s not possible, and even if it was possible, would you be willing to allow it…!

“If you are a saint, you can do it. I believe so.”

Ignoring the words of the magic sword, Luke once again held out his sword. Lydia hesitated, unable to answer easily.

“Ha, but even if it were possible, the power of the sword would be weakened. Isn’t this Luke-sama’s sword?”

“It is a holy sword made to save people. A sword like that chose me, how could I regret my strength and hesitate?”

“ah!”

Lydia’s eyes widened with emotion. It is a world full of lords who starve countless people to death for the price of a castle.

But to sacrifice a sword that is difficult to obtain in one’s lifetime to save people! Lydia’s heart thumped.

“All right. Then I will try.”

“If you are a saint, you can do it.”

-Puhuh… They’re playing…

Not hearing the demonic sword’s mocking voice, Lydia moved closer to the demonic sword. Luke added one piece of advice to Lydia.

“Don’t think of it as conveying power. Think of it as breathing in.”

“Inhale?”

“yes. Breathe and inhale the power of the holy sword. I have heard that it is more effective in transmitting power.”

“It is unique. I will try.”

Lydia closed her eyes and followed Luke’s advice. I took a slow, deep breath and recalled the image.

Breathe in the power, breathe in the power contained in it, swallow it into your body as if breathing.

-Puhahahahaha…! I can’t stand it any longer…! What the hell is that clown doing!?

The magic sword, which burst into laughter, screamed in the middle. Because the power was really sucked in.

-What, what…!? Why is my power…! I have no intention of handing it over…!

“I’m really doing it!”

“Go on! The Holy Sword is also happily sharing its power!”

-Oh, no…! do not do that…! Stop it right now!

The magic sword screamed every time Lydia absorbed power. What was sucking in now wasn’t just power.

It was everything that turned a simple sword into a demonic sword, the source itself that could be called a spirit.

– Oh, why!

‘Why? It’s because she’s a being with the power of a holy beast.’

In the distant past, immortals were not uncommon. To put it bluntly, there must have been an overflow of heroes who had been sealed because they didn’t know how to kill even the blessed heroes.

However, the seal is bound to break someday, and it did not become a fundamental solution. After much thought, the goddess came up with a plan.

-If I can’t kill it, can’t I just feed it and digest it?

The holy water was created that way. Contrary to its meaning of sacred beast, the actual power of the holy water was terrifying.

Because it swallowed and digested the souls and essences of all beings. Naturally, the power of holy water was feared by all spiritual beings.

It is said that later, even the spirits were so afraid of the holy water that they had to take it to heaven.

‘It was thanks to that power that I defeated the devil before returning.’

According to people’s testimonies at that time, she swallowed the demon when the demon, certain of victory, rushed at her.

This testimony caused an uproar in the church. To eat the devil, no matter how you look at it, it was not a million light years apart from the sacred.

Fortunately, as a result of confirmation, her powers came from holy water, and she was able to avoid being accused of being a heretic or a witch.

However, because of her ominous image, she was nicknamed the ‘black saint’. She’s not a heretic or a witch, but she’s not a pure white saint, she’s a black saint.

‘Well, if the victim is like this, it deserves such a nickname.’

-Sah, save me…! aaagh! I mean stop sucking…!

The demon sword was more fearful than ever. Fog is just pain, but the saintess was absorbing her own soul.

Lydia, who had been sucking the essence of the demonic sword for a while, coughed and stopped.

“Coke! I think this is the limit now.”

“Is this no longer possible?”

“no. It’s a bit of a crude analogy, but do you feel full? I think I can suck it up again once it’s digested, but it’s impossible for now.”

“indeed.”

If it’s digested, you can inhale it again. That’s enough. It’s a sword that doesn’t help anyway.

It’s perfect if you inhale plenty at this time and help to exorcise demons. I also have a relationship with the saintess.

“You gained some of the power of the holy sword, how is it?”

“wait a minute. So divine power…”

Hwaaak

Lydia, who tried to gather a little strength, was startled. This is because the divine power burst out to a level never seen before.

With this amount, at least three people’s weapons and armor could be perfectly consecrated.

“How about absorbing the power of the sword three more times?”

“Then I think we can bless everyone’s arms.”

“Then, please consecrate for lunch and dinner today, and tomorrow morning. We can’t be dragged around forever, so we’ll have a decisive battle one day later.”

“yes!”

Lydia nodded vigorously. In a situation where you couldn’t see an inch ahead, you barely had hope.

Luke left the room to deliver the plan to the Bernstein family. Then the shrunken demon sword hummed and trembled.

-Sir, are you going to keep feeding my essence to that b*tch…?

“however?”

-That, stop…! If that happens, my power will weaken even more…! Do you want to die surrounded by that black mist…?

“What is the bastard watching anyway? If it doesn’t help, we should use it for doping.”

The demonic sword trembled at the callous tone. And after a while, he let out a very distorted voice.

-Okay… I’ll yield…!

“What else are you going to say?”

-Wield my power to your heart’s content in this decisive battle… It would be better for you to step forward than to have the saintess play an active part… Don’t you want that too…?

The demonic sword urged, saying, “Isn’t this a satisfactory deal?” Luke looked at the magic sword for a while and then smiled.

“Where is the bastard negotiating? Shut up and wash the water clean. It’s a body that will be eaten soon.”

– Now, wait…!

Ignoring the demonic sword’s voice, Luke waited for it to be digested. And after a while, the demonic sword’s scream rang again.

****

Luke and Julich met people while wandering around the city. Half of the purpose the Count sent in the first place was to comfort the anxious.

People half gave up hope, and when they saw the lord’s sons, they shed tears. To save them by sending their children to death!

“Do, Bocchan. Can we live?”

“do not worry. Because we’re here to save you. If we can’t save you, we’ll bury your bones here too.”

“hehehehe! Thank you, words are enough!”

Upon hearing Luke’s reading, the villagers shed tears and bowed their heads. They were the aristocrats who always stood at the top of their heads and believed that only authority was given.

But to risk their lives while sharing the joys and sorrows with them. I was moved to tears.

Seeing that, Julihi clicked her tongue.

“You’ve never done it before, but you’re doing pretty well. It looks like it was born.”

“Of course it’s not something you have to do. It is also what my father made me do.”

“It is, however.”

Despite Luke’s answer, Julich’s face did not lighten. Because Luke was becoming more and more like the party’s leader.

On this visit, as the person with the authority to command, I wanted to make sure the relationship between the superior and the subordinate was clear, but rather the position became more ambiguous.

“I will leave this area to you. I will not look the other way.”

“Yes, be careful.”

“I can take care of my body too. Sir Ray is there too.”

Luke shrugged as he saw Julihi giving a slightly crooked answer. Perhaps realizing that acting wasn’t working these days, Julich was increasingly revealing his true feelings.

It seemed that the day when Julihi would reveal his true colors without hesitation in front of Luke was not far off.

“Do, the Bocchan himself is here…!”

“Sit down. You must have been tired from being tormented by demons.”

Even after sending Julich away, Luke continued to comfort him. Most people couldn’t even dare to complain.

Rather, she was overjoyed with tears in the fact that the count sent her sons directly. It was a part of knowing the popularity of Count Leonard.

-Ah… It reminds me of the old days…

“reminiscence?”

Luke paused at the sudden muttering of the magic sword’s voice.

-The creator who made me told me… to be of some use to the world… to be a great weapon to save the suffering…

“He was a great creator.”

-Yeah… I didn’t know that at all at the time…

The magic sword’s words were full of bitterness. It was the voice of regret, self-reproach, and enlightenment.

-Now I know… That the people I saved were like this… The fact that the purpose of my creation is here…

“Well, in that case…!”

-Yes… Luke Bernstein… my lord…

The magic sword hummed and emitted blue flames. A completely different flame from now. It was a fist of power that had no intention of hurting Luke.

-My name is Demon Sword Volberg… I acknowledge you as my master… Would you like to walk with me…?

“…!”

Luke’s hand holding the magic sword trembled. The legendary demonic sword, the fist of fire, the demonic sword that is the incarnation of flame, now recognizes itself as its owner.

Luke, who had closed his eyes for a moment, said while holding the magic sword with both hands.

“Demon sword, Bolberg.”

-Speak… the one I want to serve as a master…

Luke said calmly while touching the flame that was not hot.

“Stop yelling and come in. The bastard is doing everything he can to keep his essence from being eaten.”

-Ah, no… that’s not it… I mean it…!

“If you are sincere in the world, you are sincere too, son of a b*tch.”

– Now, wait a minute…! Because I serve you as a master…!

Equipped with the magic sword again, Luke looked up at the sky. The still gloomy black sky showed demonic influence.

-It’s true…! Trust me…!

The consecration will be completed soon. Tomorrow is the day we risk everything and fight.

-Only once… Trust me just once…!

The time for a showdown was approaching.

-please…! I don’t want to be eaten…! Save the sword…!

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