"What should I do with this?"

The demon sword, now halved, continued to emit a dark aura, as if it was furious about its current state and was trying to assert its remaining power. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to possess any self-repair capabilities.

I wanted to destroy it right now if I could. But I hesitated, knowing that if I destroyed it recklessly, I might lose any chance of tracking down the demon god. If it showed any signs of trying to disappear or take control of me, I’d crush it without a second thought. I had no intention of letting another disaster unfold by leaving it intact.

"Come to think of it, isn't this sword the cause of all the trouble?"@@novelbin@@

It was this very sword that had disrupted my plans to awaken Leona as a hero.

I had orchestrated an encounter between Leona and Elissier to provide a light trial, but the sword had unleashed its malevolent aura on its own, nearly giving Leona a trauma and causing Elissier to become suspicious of it. After that, the sword had vanished, only to reappear with Astaroth, whom I thought was dead, and then forcibly controlled the Dullahan, creating an enormous snowball effect of problems.

—"You needn't ponder too much, human."

Startled by the sudden voice, I raised my radiant spear. I looked around, but there was no sign of anything approaching, and my detection magic didn’t pick up anything either.

That left only one possibility. I looked down at the halved demon sword.

"What are you? Do you have a consciousness? Or is the demon god speaking through you?"

I recalled stories of gods communicating with heroes through sacred swords and decided to probe it a little.

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