I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (LN) - Volume 2 - Chapter Ep

Epilogue

Morning came, and we were about to set off from Jean’s laboratory.

“We’re off.”

“Indeed. Be careful out there.”

Are you sure you don’t mind filing the reports?

“Of course not. It’s all part of the job.”

Jean had recovered for the most part. He was well enough to walk, though he had to lean on Bernard’s shoulder.

I left the reporting and documentation to Jean. It involved informing the guild and the government, along with bringing the diary to the appropriate authorities. He also had to inform them that the fallen island had completely disappeared.

Just listening to all the potential bureaucracy made me cringe. Fortunately, Jean had volunteered himself for the job. He did have time on his hands, unlike us who were out on an adventure.

Besides, they would have a hard time believing that an adventurer of Fran’s rank was able to clear that dungeon by herself. I’d go so far as to say they would never believe it. Add an encounter with a Lich and evidence of a Raydossian conspiracy to that and anyone would think she was making stuff up.

We didn’t want to waste any more time and so asked Jean to take care of it for us. It was a pain in the ass so we tossed it over to Jean! Something like that. Not to say I completely ditched my responsibilities; I still had the rubble of a floating island to take care of. Jean assured us that leaving the rubble in a place like a volcano, where another element was stronger, would get rid of the undead element. The bottom of the ocean sounded like a good alternative especially since we were going by the sea route.

“’Til we meet again,” Jean said, oddly formal.

“Yeah. See you around.”

“Woof!”

Take care of yourselves!

“You too!” Bernard called after us.

The warm morning sun shone brightly upon us as a pale Magi and a skeleton waved us goodbye… It was the strangest sight.

Only a few days ago we would have exterminated all undead we saw with extreme prejudice, yet now we were friendly with them. Although, to be fair, seeing one in the middle of the night would still make me jump.

“Bye-bye.”

Fran jumped onto Jet. With Jean’s gift of potions we were ready to depart. Fran lightly tapped Jet’s neck and the Direwolf let out a howl before speeding away.

“Come back any time! We’ll be happy to have you!”

The necromancer’s laboratory shrank as we gained distance. There was something exciting about going on a journey. It made all our encounters and goodbyes that much sweeter. I felt the same when we left Alessa.

They were good people.

“Yeah. I hope we see them again.” Fran nodded vigorously, her expression tinged with loneliness.

We’ll just have to come visit when we get the chance.

“Awooo!”

Jet let out a happy howl, his trots gaining the quality of a skip. Jet must have grown to like Jean as well. The necromancer probably fed him behind my back. I was actually sad to part ways with that obnoxious spellcaster. It felt like we didn’t spend enough time together. We had all come to like the loud necromancer, as regrettable as that might sound.

Jean had an attractive quality about him. His first dungeon raid even gained him the admiration of the Lich. Even as the Lich’s personality was taken over by the dark side, the style of speech he adopted after Jean’s visit didn’t change. That’s how much Jean influenced him.

I started thinking, still strapped on Fran’s back.

Was the Lich really himself during our final confrontation? He was a Lich in form, of course, but I wondered if the person who wrote the diary stayed asleep back then.

The cruel side of the Lich was brought about by an overdose of malice manufactured by the Malice Furnace. Well, what happened when the furnace was destroyed? I’m sure the furious Lich facing us then was the evil one. But what about after that?

If the Lich had been serious he could’ve killed us all in an instant. Wasn’t he then holding back? It was too late to speculate about it but I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Teacher?”

Fran looked at me curiously as I stayed silent. Oh, she’s so cute when she looks confused. Even the Lich acknowledged Fran’s cuteness at first sight.

What if he regained his consciousness at the very end? What if we killed him when…

I wonder who the Lich was at the very end…

“?”

It’s nothing. I hope the Lich and Stefan are in a better place.

“Me too.”

His dying wishes came true. Fran didn’t die in the end.

It made me think: What would my dying wishes be? Would I make those wishes as a person or as a sword?

I suppose it went without saying. I was Fran’s sword, and I would have to make my wishes as a sword. Of Fran’s happiness, I could leave that to other people. I would wish that I could continue to be Fran’s strength. I wanted to fight alongside her as her sword.

Granted, I couldn’t know what I would wish for until that time comes. But right now, I hope that’s what I end up wishing for.