Chapter 670, Chapter 128: The Primordial Spirit of the End
Igott took the long sword from the wood elf’s hand, and a sense of intimacy arose in his heart.
He gripped the hilt of the long sword, and it seemed as if a light was ignited. On the straight blade of the End, the faint glow of flames flickered in layers, shining with golden brilliance and flowing into him like a spring.
The entire sword had no decoration, but Igott knew that the wood elf had completely fused the once-broken End with the fragments of Verafia’s flames. Holding it felt like the End of old, and also like the girl’s flames burning in his hand.
“It’s already quite good. I’ve troubled Miss Ain so much these past few days,” Igott said earnestly.
Ever since the night of Lichen, when Verafia unleashed the suppressed flames of the End and killed the Paladin Commander Rodrigo who blocked the city walls, the gift the girl had given him, and the weapon Igott had always used, had remained broken.
Before, Igott had also taken out the End and used the True Sight Eye to see if there was any possibility of repair.
However, even though the End was once the weapon of Lothel, the sword of a legendary strong person, it had been thoroughly damaged. Even divine gold and heavenly meteorites, along with the traces of runes, had decayed under the erosion of time, and were not as good as the most ordinary iron sword.
It even required Verafia to consume her precious divine origin for him to barely be able to use it… And after Lichen, when the flame re-liberated by the girl was destroyed again, this sword was even more damaged than its initial state. The broken sword edge was even corroded by the power of a Goddess Princess.
In such a situation, even a legendary craftsman standing in front of it would probably only shake his head, at best being able to make simple repairs.
Instead, it was Ainser… Igott could feel that she had not intentionally removed the power of the flames, but had instead fused the power of the sword and fire together through the fragments of divine power given by Verafia.
Magic power reached its limit, and Igott felt a intermittent stifled feeling flash on the sword edge. This was exactly what Ainser had said, that Verafia’s runes had not been fully cast.
However, even without understanding them, ordinary casting of a goddess’s runes, for Elf Miss Ainser, who was still a young girl, even if she was a genius, was completely asking too much of her.
“Miss Ain, you truly live up to your Blandshtar family. And your ‘Burning Stars’ technique, your talent. Truly extraordinary…”
The silver-haired elf walked closer, her beautiful silver eyes gazing at the long sword in Igott’s hand, and praised him genuinely.
Irene was a powerful star, and she could see how much power was contained within the sword called “End”.
“This… it’s nothing.”
Ainser scratched her emerald green beautiful hair shyly, saying, “At least, it’s far from catching up to my sister. Being able to help Igott repair the End is entirely according to my sister’s notes.”
Igott couldn’t help but smile. He remembered that the sister of this elf was the legendary craftsman who had helped his young lady forge the End, and was her good friend. Now, she had been invited by the Holy Queen of Sky City to the court of the Holy Tree.
Ainser running away from home seemed to be to find her sister as well.
Speaking of which, Lavnos had become famous as a legendary elf craftsman more than a hundred years ago. Irene should also know her name. If she were to say it, it would only cause more surprise…
Suddenly, his hand trembled slightly. He opened the True Sight Eye in surprise, and in the long sword, he saw a hazy but real spirit. “Wait… is this, a primordial spirit?”
Igott’s voice drew the gaze of many people present.
“Igott, you found it!” Ainser’s big eyes lit up, and she turned her head, saying excitedly.
“I’ve read my sister’s records, and it seems this really is the weapon spirit of legend… Hehe, what those old guys in the family have always been pursuing, I’ve actually managed to do it. If I go back, they’ll be so envious!”
The wood elf girl confirmed that what Igott saw was indeed the primordial spirit of the End.
Afterwards, in Ainser’s explanation, it was born by chance a few days ago when she was trying to fuse the flame fragments with the End, for a reason she herself did not understand.
“So that’s how it is.”
Igott showed a smile.
He suddenly remembered that Verafia had once mentioned that the End, as her closest companion, had gradually become sentient during the ten years of warring with the demon race. She could even feel the sword’s words.
However, with her passing, the End was left in the desolate sea of flames, and the sword spirit that was being born had no master to see and silently withered in time.
At that time, Verafia was speaking from the perspective of a bystander, pretending that she was not Lothel. But at that time, she was still in a very low state, and her sadness and loneliness could be felt from her words.
“However, if the End truly nurtures a sword spirit, would it be considered the younger sister or daughter of that young lady?”
Igott thought of the golden-haired girl in front of Ainser that day, asking him to cherish the End, while in her little head, she was thinking of embarrassing things all sorts of messy thoughts.
Well, and besides, in a way, the End should be the sword of him and Verafia together. Thinking of it this way, it becomes even more complicated…
However, he was just thinking about it. Currently, the End in his hand was still far from truly nurturing a sword spirit… Perhaps, his whole life, there would be no progress.
In history, weapons with primordial spirits, although very rare, were not unheard of… but to truly nurture a sword spirit, the opportune moment and luck were indispensable.
Even the powerful Lancaster, whose strength even surpassed god-level, did not have a spirit in his sword.
For Igott, he might as well hope that Miss Verafia would become a Goddess Princess again and not spare her divine power to make the End spiritual.
The young man couldn’t help but show a smile at his own thoughts, and after thanking Ainser again, he put away the End.
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Ainser glanced around a few times and found that Verafia had not yet come out of the changing room, so she sat down, looking curiously at the “Kasha cultists” that Igott and Irene had brought, whom she did not know.
For the past two days, although she had been busy forging, she naturally had not been able to understand the situation in the entire city. In addition, when Irene found her yesterday, she had also informed her of their plan.
Suddenly, the wooden door of the room was gently pushed open, and Ophi entered first, bathed in the twilight sunlight she scattered. Following the ice dragon girl was Verafia, dressed as a nun, with a pure white veil draped over her fine blonde hair.
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Repairing the End took a whole page…
