A square platform appeared halfway up the hillside, roughly ten meters high.
Currently, there are quite a few tourists on the platform, lining up in front of the platform, all eager to try pulling the sword. This seems to have become one of the regular activities for visitors here.
The white-haired girl was eager after learning the purpose of coming here and licked her thin lips.
"If I pull it out, it’s mine, right? You can’t charge me later."
Shami stopped the enthusiastic white-haired girl.
There are still quite a few people now, and since it’s certain that the sword can be pulled out, it’s best to wait until there are fewer people to avoid unnecessary commotion.
"Let’s wait until there are fewer people."
The two went to a nearby pavilion, bought snacks and soda to kill time, and slowly waited for the platform to clear. Fınd the newest release on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Shami, my legs are really sore."
The white-haired girl touched her calves, her small face showing slight discomfort.
As a swordsman, such a climb is no challenge at all.
However, in the presence of the Demon King, a Demon Envoy girl who doesn’t know how to act spoiled won’t receive affection and care.
This is the useful knowledge the white-haired girl acquired during her auxiliary course on "Man-Slaying Strategy" at the Swordsman Academy.
Shami glanced at the white-haired girl’s face and then at the slender white calves beneath her floral skirt.
"Put your legs up here."
Shami flattened his thigh.
[The Demon King’s familiarity with the white-haired girl’s calves increased.]
Nearing dusk, the people on the platform gradually dispersed, and Shami took the white-haired girl up the platform.
Upon seeing the scene on the platform, Shami frowned.
"Why are there two swords?"
On the platform, there were two engraved pedestals protruding and connected to the platform, one in the center and the other in the corner.
Each pedestal had a sharp long sword embedded halfway in it.
The white-haired girl remembered the history of Mount Erubu learned at the Swordsman Academy.
"Oh, there have always been two swords on Mount Erubu."
"One is the Hero’s Sword from Hero Erubu, which only a true hero can pull out. The other is the Demon King’s Sword, one of the swords owned by the 68th Demon King. During the final battle, the 68th Demon King was defeated by Erubu, and this sword was seized. Only someone with the identity of the Demon King can pull out this Demon King’s Sword."
Shami listened and looked at the long sword with the dark blade in the corner, indeed sensing a slight sinister aura.
"Doesn’t Shami also not have a sword? Maybe you can try pulling it out?"
The white-haired girl glanced sideways at Shami.
Shami laughed, seeing through everything, and shook his head.
"Demon King-specific swords are usually kept in places like the Flame Hell, Dark Deep Valley, and Undersea Melt Cave, not blatantly placed next to the Hero’s Sword! This is a blatant trap to lure the Demon King out, Lina! Only a fool would try to pull this sword hahaha~"
Shami stood in front of the long sword in the corner, ready to pull the sword.
If it’s a trap, it’s almost too straightforward.
Besides, a few tourists just now tried to pull the sword as an attempt.
With a sidelong glance, Shami saw that only he and the white-haired girl were left on the platform, and he slowly reached out with both hands toward the sword hilt.
Meanwhile, on the white-haired girl’s side.
The Hero’s Sword, even when quietly set in the pedestal, still emitted a faint glow from its snow-white blade, as if it had life.
The white-haired girl dropped a strand of silver thread onto the sword blade, and the sword blade instantly cut the thread in two.
It’s the first time she had seen such a sharp sword.
Swallowing nervously, the white-haired girl gripped the sword hilt with both hands, took a deep breath, and began to exert effort to pull the sword.
The sword did not move a bit.
The sword did not move a bit.
The sword did not move a bit.
The white-haired girl’s small face gradually broke into a cold sweat.
She couldn’t pull it out at all!!!
Why can’t she pull it out! Isn’t this the sword a hero is supposed to pull out? Could it be that she isn’t a Hero?!
Oh right, she was only an adventurer from the beginning, and the whole idea of being a Hero had always been something Shami called her!
The white-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is worse! The one Shami placed high hopes in isn’t a Hero! Wouldn’t that mean Shami got the wrong person? How can that be, I’ll never have the privilege to stay beside Shami!"
The white-haired girl’s little hand gripping the hilt was visibly strained.
When Shami tried to pull the sword, it didn’t require much effort; the sword blade trembled lightly.
By channeling magic power into it, Shami quickly resonated with the sword to a certain extent.
It is indeed a treasured sword of the Demon Race.
Using the Demon King’s Detection, Shami checked the sword’s detailed information.
[Name: Sword of Kindness - Demon Race]
[Has the potential to manifest a Sword Spirit]
Shami had read relevant content in ancient books, when a weapon is strong enough, it is not just a weapon but becomes a weapon with life, specifically manifesting as a spirit.
Among them, when a sword’s quality is good enough, a Sword Spirit appears.
This is a sword capable of self-growth, and will eventually nurture a Sword Spirit.
Shami couldn’t wait to pull it out.
[Note: This is a kind sword, as its name suggests. Even though this sword carries a sinister aura, it has never harmed anyone since it was forged. Even during the battle between the 68th Demon King and Hero Erubu, this sword did not harm the opponent at all.]