"My name is Alphonse. Do you have a name?
What's your name? I don't know. There have been many of them who have used me before, but each of them called themselves by name. You can call me whatever you want.)
"Hmm. I guess so. Okay, Norn. I'm going to call you Magic Sword Norn."
Talk to the sword you picked up.
I may be worried that someone I don't know may have gone crazy. [M]
But he was definitely a conversationalist.
I named the magic sword Norn. [M]
"So? Why was Norn buried here?
(Oh? It's decided, right? Because the previous owner died here. When I met a strong opponent, that idiot used a big trick. I wonder what happens when you attack in such a narrow place.)
"Oh, I see. That's why this place collapsed."
(That's what it is. And that's how I sleep here. Hey, kid. What time is it now? How long have I been buried here? Is there still a country called Brilia?
"Well, now it's six years of the Gallows calendar. Of course there is Brilliant Magic Country. This labyrinth is managed by the Brillian Magic Land."
(I don't know the calendar. Well, it must have been hundreds of years since my magic was exhausted.)
"Well, Norn is such an old sword.... I wonder if it's okay. I broke it when I used it."
(Don't be afraid, kid. Well, that's possible. I used to be the strongest sword, but now I have no magic at all. If the user is a slug, it may break easily)
"Hmm. Then I can't use it."
(Hey, what? You're saying something you can't just throw away. You think I can't use it? I'm not kidding.)
"I guess so. This hard-toothed sword would be much easier to use if it could be easily broken."
What kind of sword is that? From what I've seen, I probably made a sword out of monster material, but I can't afford to lose to such a tiny sword. If there's more blood, it's stronger than a sword like that.
"Really?
(... well, the kid doesn't know what I'm good at. You don't even know how to fight properly, do you? Is it natural that such a kid would prefer a sword that is just hard to break?)
When I heard Norn's words, I snapped.
You don't know how to fight?
It's also an insult to my training so far and to the eye I've been associated with.
I can't listen to that.
"If you say so, I'll use it, Norn. Let's get out of here and fight the Magic Army. Here, have a drink. I'm going to give you a little more of my blood, so I won't let you tell me that I didn't have the power because I didn't have enough magic."
Really, kid? Well, that's fine. If you give me blood, please don't hesitate to take it. The kid's blood has little magic but good quality. It's pretty good blood to drink for a long time.)
I don't need that kind of blood reputation.
Though I thought so, I pressed my finger against the sword again, which was still bleeding, and gave Norn blood.
The amount of blood coming out of my fingers shouldn't be that much.
However, when there is blood, Norn trembles as if he's pulsating.
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