So yeah, I retl it from the start. it’s LN version. not WN
There are some illustration on intro/previous chapter…
Post split into multiple pages… since it’s too long!
Prologue: Shuna, Picks up The Bronze Sword
Watashi, Kirakuna Boukensha de Itainoni! ~Dou no tsurugi +999 no mae ni wa Densetsu no Ken mo Kanaimasen~
Illistration: Asahikawa Hyori
Translator: AYA Translation
In the Holy Spirit system, it was in the 6th rank of summoned beasts. Its appearance was covered in divine white armor and the head of centaur skull floated in the air. There was a big spear in its hand. With that explanation, what kind of figure would you imagine?
That appearance, which was like a messenger of God, has enough dignity to make humans tremble before an absolute death that they couldn’t possibly resist. And behind such a knight, there was a chubby… err, plump… no, a priest with an obvious physical body laughing out loud.
“Ha ha ha! You bastard, I will finish you with this! Don’t think you will be forgiven since you confronted me who was a servant of God!”
Ah… ah… The sisters of the orphanage were greatly frightened. How to say it, just to take custody of an orphan, why would someone summon a monster that can be used as an ultimate weapon in a cross-nation war?
Well, it can’t be helped. Just a while ago, his former S rank adventurer had just been beaten in his own game.
“Okay then, yosho.”
I swung the short sword in my hand with a listless battlecry,
The priest screamed. Which wasn’t surprising, as, with my single swing, the 6th rank hyperclass monster vanished in an instant. It’s not like it was because I was amazing or something. The amazing one was the sword.
The story goes back to a few months ago.
* * *
My name is Kurishuna Romun Padina. Kurishuna who came from Padina village, a 16 years old girl that had just become an adventurer.
Because I was raised in a remote village, I knew there were many cases of children being abandoned by their parents in town to reduce familial burdens. At that time, it would be good if they found odd jobs. A live-in job would be more than welcomed. Prostitution too, well, that was still better. Among a lot of jobs, there was the adventurer… which was the lowest class of jobs. Well, that was because their safety couldn’t be guaranteed.
And because I accidentally had the “appraisal” skill, the times when I was tricked during drop item trade in were few. Well, because I had just become an adventurer and, furthermore, because I was just a woman and a child, there was a time when the negotiations turned into threats and I had to sell the goods at only a third of the market price.
One year after becoming an adventurer.
After meeting a reliable trader by chance, I could somehow make barely enough money for everyday life. At that time, I met the sword.
* * *
(The recollection of that day).
“Ow, skeletons huh. They are weak but it’s good because their swords don’t disappear.”
Discovering the appearance of my prey, I was licking my lips in high spirits. I said skeletons were weak monsters only because among new adventurers, I was considered strong enough for them. For me, their movement are nothing but standing still… well, that’s too exaggerated, but they were really slow.
“One, two… there are six of them huh. Well, I need maintenance on my leather armor soon. So at least two! If possible, three of you, give me your drop items!”
Of course I wasn’t an idiot who challenged six skeletons at once. There was a famous saying that an adventurer is one that doesn’t take risks. Pushing too much is forbidden. Instant carelessness will lead to losing one’s life.
“Even though I said that, special hunting strategies are needed for a solo adventurer like me.”
They had poor eyesight.
Well, yeah, they had no eyes to begin with. Maybe it was something like them sensing lifesigns within a certain distance? And that distance was small. Even if they were a threat when they got closer, when attacked from a distance, they can’t recognize the attacker and move in confusion. Even so, because they had no flesh on their bodies, arrows weren’t very effective on them.
“There are some arrows with attributes that are effective against them, but the impact from when the arrows hitting make it so they can’t be used anymore…. There is no way a newbie adventurer would have such expensive things.”
Then, what should I do?
I knot a rope into a lasso and rotate it overhead. Caution was needed when doing something like this. If not the rope will be caught on protruding rocks that naturally grow inside the dungeon. Using the momentum of the rotation…. I threw it.
I threw the rope from my hiding place, and successfully put the rope on one of them. After tightening the rope, I pull it into my hiding place. The other five didn’t realize that one of them had disappeared. What thickheaded guys.
“Please don’t feel bad.”
Leaking totally villainous lines, I stab my dagger into the struggling skeleton’s eye. Protected inside the skull was a finger sized magic stone that made the broken skeletons move. Under special environments like a dungeon, the mass of magical power hidden inside the human brain doesn’t disappear but crystalizes and becomes a magic stone. There was no hesitation since it no longer had free will like when it was still alive.
“Yes! It dropped a bronze sword!”
The collapsed skeleton was absorbed by the dungeon but the bronze sword that he (or she?) carried didn’t seem to be.
“Fufufu, I wonder if there is an additional effect~”
Observing a drop item like this bronze sword with the “appraisal” skill; I like this moment. It’s exciting to know what kind of magical power is hidden in a drop item. Of course there were items that didn’t have any additional effects, but since a bronze sword was the weakest drop item, the probability of having an additional effect was high.
“I wonder if it will go as far as +3 like that time~. I wildly enjoyed myself that time, got all new equipment and stayed in an inn with a bath for one month. If by any chance I got more than +4, then how much money could I get?”
It seems drop item additional effects weren’t really related to monster strength. One of the senior adventurers once said, it’s just about how many times you get the same side when tossing a coin.
“It’s here !”
When I observed the dropped bronze sword on the floor, I saw residual magic power left by the now disappearing skeleton body transfer into the sword.
“Attached! “Sharpening” huh. Not bad.”
Additional effects for magical weapons were usually “Sharpening” or “Hit Correction”. How many pluses the bronze sword had is based on how many additional effects it had.
It seems there was a bronze sword +20 confirmed in the capital. Of course that was still nothing compared to a legendary weapon, but with “Sharpening” +13 (and 7 other additional effects), it could cut dragon scales. For bronze sword +1, it can at least cut quilt, or hard cloth armor. There was a story that a certain marquis made that sword their heirloom and gave it the grand name of “Scale Slasher”.
There were also rare additional effects like “Magic Invocation: Fire Magic (small)”. Weapons with rare additional effects have high value despite the pluses only being one. Well I’ve already picked up a lot of bronze swords, but I’ve never found one.
“Now then, let’s finish the other five quickly.”
While motivating myself, I swing my rope again.