CHAPTER 317: CHAPTER 25 - CURSED MAGIC STAFF?

The day passed quickly.

After completing some tasks given to me by my father and putting the dried meat into the cold basement, I already felt tired from what had happened during that busy day.

Reina and Mio have finished fixing the front garden and are currently busy attending to their maid tasks.

I, who had finished taking a shower, stayed in the room while rubbing the cursed katana and cursed odachi with oil to clean their sharp parts from dust.

Swiippee...

Swiippee...

Using a thick white cloth and a dab of oil to clean their sharp edges, I could hear the moans from Ellen and Momo’s voices.

"Hmmnn... My Monarch... you are skilled at cleaning my dirty body like this after being used for the small fight we had earlier," Ellen said while enjoying the caress of my hand that was cleaning her sharp parts.

I, who was used to cleaning a katana in the past, felt something nostalgic when cleaning a cursed katana like this.

"That’s because I had a katana in the past but had to retire early after fighting a rare monster that was trying to attack the family’s residence," I replied while giving it a final rub before putting my cursed katana into her sheath.

"Is that true, Momo Onee-chan?" Ellen asked Momo, who was waiting for her turn to be cleaned by me.

"Yes, that’s right, that was my first meeting with the Monarch of Holy Destruction," Momo replied in an excited tone.

"It was an unexpected encounter because I was just a cursed sword ready to be thrown away at any time. However, the Goddess of Destruction has given a new path to my life by becoming a cursed odachi that will always be ready to be used by the Monarch of Holy Destruction, in any situation," Momo continued proudly.

Ctaakk...

I, who had cleaned Ellen’s sharp parts with cleaning oil, immediately took a new white cloth.

"Yup, you were troublesome back then, Momo," I replied to Momo’s previous remark.

"I’m curious about what happened that day, Momo Onee-chan." Ellen seemed very curious about what had happened that day.

"That’s going to be quite a long story, Ellen," said Momo, who didn’t want to go into more detail about the incident.

After cleaning Ellen and sheathing her cursed katana, my attention was drawn to the long cursed odachi. Then I took some cleansing oil and poured it over the beautiful reddish-black blade of the cursed odachi.

Swiippee...

Swiippee...

I rubbed the sharp blade on the cursed odachi and heard Momo let out a loud moan.

"Aaahh!! M-My Monarch... if you touch my body suddenly like this. I can feel embarrassed like human, you know," Momo moaned in a lewd voice.

"I’m just scrubbing you like usual, Momo," I replied while rubbing the sharp blade with a white cloth dipped in cleansing oil.

Swiippee...

Swiippee...

The white cloth that I used to clean the sharp blade got dirty quickly, making me have to take a new white cloth again to clean the sharp blade of this cursed odachi, which was quite long.

"You have a sharp blade that gets dirty easily, Momo."

"I-It can’t be helped, right? I’m a weapon often used to deliver deadly finishing blows like before!" Momo screamed, holding back her moans as she felt my hand brush against her sharp blade.

"Unlike Ellen, you’re easier to use to deliver the finishing blow with maximum destructions, Momo. I prefer using you for maximum damage and thrilling results," I replied with a small joke and rubbed her sharp blade until it looked shiny.

The cursed odachi’s sharp blade was shining like a cursed odachi fresh from the kiln. By wiping both sides of the blade alternately, it had used up two white cloths just to clean both edge.

Cling!!

Clinng!!

With her sharp blade shining and shiny, I put the cursed odachi into her sheath.

Ctaakk...

"Cleaning you two was quite fun. The cleansing oil in this time isn’t as sticky as before, is it?" I asked as I packed up some of the tools I used to clean Ellen and Momo’s sharp blades.

"It’s not as sticky or slippery as before, it feels comfortable, my Monarch!" said Ellen, who seemed to enjoy the cleansing oil she used to scrub her body of dust.

"I prefer a cleansing oil that’s slippery enough so that my Monarch doesn’t have too much trouble pulling me out of the cursed odachi sheath," said Momo, who seemed to have a different opinion on this cleaning oil matter.

"For that one problem, I think it happened because I used too much of the blessing given by the Goddess of Destruction, making your cursed odachi feel heavy to unsheathe, Momo," I replied in response to Momo’s words.

"With your long, sharp blade like that, I have to pull with all my might to deliver an attack that uses the blessing of the Goddess of Destruction," I continued, stroking the scabbard of the cursed odachi.

"You two have been reforged for different purposes, and I will use you according to the situation. However, for the upcoming expedition, I hope you understand that I will rarely use you two for combat." As I said this, I glanced at the magic staff in my room.

"It’s okay, my Monarch. That was training to get you used to using magic and swords at the same time, right?" Ellen replied, seemingly understanding my motives.

"It would be great if my Monarch could master both magic and swordsmanship. Who knows, it might make Helia-chan interested in my Monarch!" Ellen continued, mentioning someone’s name.

"Helia-chan?" I muttered after hearing that rather unique name.

"Ah, Helia-chan, I haven’t heard that name in a long time," Momo chimed in, seeming to know something about this person’s name.

"The last time I heard of her, she was in the territory of an underground kingdom that had been controlled by a heretical sect for intercontinental business purposes," continued Momo’s words, sounding serious.

"Do you know anything about this, Momo?" I asked Momo because I was curious about this.

"Helia-chan is one of the cursed weapons specially created by the Goddess of Destruction in the past. Unlike swords that have sharp edges for attacking, Helia-chan was created as a magic staff that can draw the essence of life from anyone who uses it," Momo replied with a sad tone in her voice.

"Somehow, that sounds like a cursed weapon that can take the life of its user," I said after listening to it.

"Helia-chan was designed that way because she is the only cursed weapon that the Goddess of Destruction, who frequently been used when she was in this mortal world."

"Oh my, it’s going to be a big problem if I encounter a cursed weapon like that. What do you think would happen if I met Helia-chan, who sounds scary like this?" I asked further to get information about such a dangerous, cursed weapon.

"If Helia-chan knew about this, then she would immediately become a child who wants to be pampered all the time. At such a young age, she is still not used to living in this mortal world."

"..."

I was speechless after hearing that answer.

For some reason, I’d become the one taking care of a child after encountering this cursed weapon. If I compare the ages according to their creation order, it should be Momo’s responsibility as the prototype cursed sword created by the Goddess of Destruction.

"If that happens, wouldn’t it be your responsibility as the eldest sister?"

"My Monarch, I can’t take care of a cursed weapon that’s still fussy and difficult to control like that. I’ll just leave as soon as I see her."

"Eh? Why is that?"

"My Monarch, I’ve seen Helia-chan make strange requests to the Goddess of Destruction in the past, and it will serve as a reminder for me that I don’t want to take care of a cursed weapons that is still fussy and unstable."

"Something strange?" asked Ellen, curious about this.

"Yes, Ellen, did you know that Helia-chan once asked to have a scabbard made for her that came from the skeleton of an ancient dragon that died thousands of years ago, even though she was a magic staff."

"E-Eehh? So that’s why Helia-chan has her altar made from the skeleton of an ancient dragon that died thousands of years ago inside that heretical sect’s room?" Ellen muttered, seemingly trying to believe this.

"Is that room still there today, Ellen?" asked Momo, curious about this.

"Before I went out and carried out my duties, that one room had become a forbidden area for some members of the cult and could only be accessed by the higher-ups of the cult."

"Let’s assume that the cursed weapon that is still a child, fussy, and unstable still sealed well inside her own unique room."

I didn’t know the cursed weapon hegemony would be this different.

The comparison between old and new weapons would be this far apart.

I also felt sorry for Momo, who throughout her life was used as an experiment by a heretical sect and only served as a cursed sword that could be easily thrown away at any time.

Even for the prototype of the cursed sword that was first created by the Goddess of Destruction, it should have made Momo one of the respected cursed weapons, not a cursed weapon that was ready to be thrown away at any moment like this.

I don’t know what the heretical sect was thinking that threw away a useful cursed weapon prototype like this, even Momo has developed into a cursed odachi that has the blessing of the Goddess of Destruction herself.

"As long as Helia-chan is a magic staff that draws life essence from its user, it will be the last weapon the heretical cult has. They wouldn’t dare use Helia-chan as one of their mass-produced cursed weapons, would they?" I replied, throwing a crucial question at Ellen and Momo.

"..."

"..."

Ellen and Momo were silent at this.

"My Monarch, the higher-ups of this heretical sect tried to mass-produce using one of the Dwarf race’s abilities that can imitate a cursed weapon, but it ended with the tragic death of a Dwarf race descendant who tried to mass-produce a magic staff that has the same ability as Helia-chan. Until now, she is the only cursed weapon that is not in the form of a sword and is not mass-produced," said Ellen, answering my important question.

I feel relieved with this information.

"That’s much better and calmed me down for a while," I said after learning the information that sounded good in a chaotic situation like this.