The Legend of the Hero: Another World Of Venatra

55 - The Black Soul Sword

Me and Ragnar are following Vir.

On the way there are often compliments to me from the very friendly residents.

"Master hero, you're the best."

"You're the most handsome"

"Master, make me your student."

"You're the most powerful hero lord"

I just smiled at the residents while continuing to follow Vir.

Just a few minutes. Vir stops in front of a small house and enters it. Without a call from Vir, Ragnar and I also slowly entered the house.

"Waaauuhh, there are many swords here." Excited me who saw many swords inside that space. Many swords are hung on the wall, some are neatly arranged like in a museum that stores historical items.

"Is there an axe here?" Ragnar's chirps arrived.

"There is only a sword here, please choose the sword you want the hero." Said Vir who still remained expressionless. Ragnar is a little disappointed because this place does not provide an axe.

"Is this all yours?" I asked Vir.

"To be more precise, this is my family's long time ago, passed down from generation to generation. Meanwhile, I am the 17th generation to inherit this place." Vir replied with a radiated face there was sadness behind his words.

"Does it matter if I bring a sword here and use it?" I asked Vir. If this was passed down from generation to generation, it should have been a sword sword in this place that belonged to the Vir family.

"What's wrong, pick the one that's here. Moreover, I am of my own generation who still have the life and the hands to continue using the sword." Answer Vir.

"And, my generation will surely be delighted if the sword here is used by the hero lord." Add Vir with a smile.

"It was the first time seeing Vir's smile, but it really brought a deep sadness. I'm not gonna ask you about Vir's family." I murmured in my heart.

"Then, I'll have a mem.." before my words end Ragnar suddenly interrupted my conversation. "What happened to your family? From the very beginning we met, you never smiled like you do now. In fact, you only said cold words to me, Zhiev and Lily. You always prefer to be alone, we. We always want to understand about youuuu Virrr!!" Ragnar asks about his family Vir. I'm silent at this moment, actually I also want to understand what Vir and his family are going through.

"Hmm, that's just massalu. I'm alone to sharpen my sword and slash my enemies." Said Vir who came back expressionless.

"Cihh, you're just a sword maniac" Ragnar growled at Vir.

"Master hero, please choose a sword before nightfall." Vir ignored Ragnar's words and told me to immediately pick one of the swords here.

Then, I immediately saw the sword that was here but it was all the same, nothing interesting to me. I went to the other side and observed from the many swords. There was a sword that disturbed me.

Of the many swords that are here, only 1 sword is still gloved. This really makes my mind curious about the sword.

"All the swords here are swords without a sheath. However, why is this sword still covered in Vir's sword sheath?" I asked Vir and immediately took the sword that was still in the shell.

"It was a sword that had been around since the first generation of my family and it was believed that if anyone could use that sword and open the scabbard then.." vir suddenly stopped talking and opened his mouth wide when he saw me open the sword easily.

"Waw, this is really great. The aura of death was so emanated in this sword." I'm the one who didn't pay attention to Vir's words. After taking the sword I immediately opened and praised the sword. The sword was pitch-black with a thick death aura.

"Wait a minute, how could the hero lord open that?" Ask Vir in surprise.

"Like this" I put the sword in its sheath and I pulled the sword out of the sheath again.

"Is something wrong?" I asked in wonder.

"This is this. hmm, I will be one of your swords master hero." Vir is still astonished. Suddenly bowed like a knight who bowed to his master.

"Ha, what's your max, Vir??" I was still wondering and asking.

"You are what my family has been looking for" Vir said, asking.

"Stand up and explain everything to me." I said give Vir an order.

"Sir, the sword is scary." The brave Ragnar is not afraid of the enemy. Now, feeling frightened just from looking at the sword.

"Thank you sir." Vir immediately replied. "This is a story passed down from generation to generation. The sword that awaits the arrival of its original owner."

"Original owner?" I asked Vir.

"Yes, from the story I heard. That sword is called the black soul sword." Vir said seriously.

"The sword of the black soul you hold is a sword carried by the wanderer who stopped by my family's place in the first generation. The wanderer gave us a black soul sword to repay us for taking care of him at that time." Added Vir.

"Did the wanderer get hurt back then and was no one able to use the black soul sword?" I asked while looking towards the sword I was holding.

"I know little about the wanderer. The black soul sword no one could use for these 17 generations except the leader in the first generation. He could not open the black soul sword from its sheath. However, he could use that still-sung black soul sword to fiercely slash and chop down the enemies." Vir Say.

"But after the death of the leader in the first generation, the black soul sword no one could use it. Although, the 2nd and 3rd generations imitated what the first generation leader did, namely using a black soul sword that was still in a sheath to slash at the enemy. The result was only a blunt object that could not slash anything. 16 Generations have passed, but no one can replicate what leaders do in the first generation. And since then, generation after generation has started to decline because of the many events and eventually I'm the only one left of my family's generation." Vir added as he looked up at the roof of the house to hold back his tears.

"So that's what happened." I murmured in my heart.

"And since you can open the sword, you are believed to be the original owner of the sword. Meanwhile, I will be your sword and follow all your commands." Say Vir to me firmly.

"Is that a necessity? Do you have to be my sword?" I asked Vir. Because if that's not a necessity, I don't want to bind Vir's free life and be fixed on the sword.

"Yes, sir, this is the faith of my family. I was lucky to see the form of the hita soul sword stored in its sheath for 17 generations." Said Vir and immediately knelt before me. Surprisingly Ragnar also follows Vir and immediately turns to face me.

"Hmmm, well now you're Vir and Ragnar is my sword." I said while taking a long breath.

"Eh sir, I wear an axe not a sword. So I'll be your axe sir." Ragnar's chirps made me want to snap his head.

"Yes yes, it's up to you Ragnar." My words don't care. Vir just smiled and Ragnar grinned while scratching his head.

Long story...

"I'll be right back to Zhiev's mansion and I'll bring this black soul sword Vir." I said and immediately left the house full of swords.

When I left that house. 

"Why are you still following me?" I looked back and saw 2 people who were none other than Ragnar and Vir who were following.

"I want to take care of you, sir" the two men replied simultaneously.

"Halah, there's no need for that. I want to go out on my own, so don't follow me "Say me while looking coldly at them.

"Good sir." I immediately went and saw that they were not following me.

"17 generations? How much is that year total?" I muttered on the way.

Subconsciously. I reached Zhiev's residence and immediately entered and headed to my room and Silvia.

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