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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 905

Chapter 905: The Hidden Secret

“Ah? This, you’re just giving it to me directly?” The youth looked at the greatsword floating before him with disbelief, wanting to take it but also hesitant, unable to believe the other party had so easily handed over the heirloom he had always dreamed of. Furthermore, this technique of manipulating a sword through the air was something he had never seen before.
“It’s not for you, it’s to prove yourself. Didn’t you say only your family can use that ultimate technique?” I said.
“Uh, okay.” The youth grasped the sword hilt, hesitating again if he should just take the sword and run.
“I’m letting go,” I said, releasing the Invisible Hand.
“Clang!” The greatsword heavily crashed onto the floor, its impact cutting through the carpet and wooden floor, and it sank directly into the ground. This further damaged Lavias’s room, and I felt apologetic.
As expected, this youth couldn’t lift the sword at all. This greatsword was indeed sharp enough to cut through iron; just falling less than a meter from its tip was enough to easily cut into the floor.
“Mmmph mmmph!!!” The youth’s face turned red as he desperately tried to lift the greatsword, but his strength was clearly insufficient.
Just then, a power within the greatsword suddenly awakened. It was an energy fluctuation I had never felt before. What he said was true; only people of his family could unleash the greatsword’s true power.
The wind began to blow. I felt a faint breeze in the room. Although we were underground and the room was sealed, I could indeed feel the wind.
Simultaneously, the youth lifted the greatsword, not by his own strength, but by the strong winds entwined around the sword, which actively lifted the blade. Although he lifted it with great difficulty, he had indeed picked it up.
So that’s how it is. It’s a greatsword with a wind attribute, no wonder it’s so sharp. And before he picked it up, I hadn’t sensed any Wind Magic Power on the sword at all.
“It really is an ultimate technique only your family can use. Are you descendants of Amadeus?” I asked with interest, as I had heard that many nobles possessed ancestral weapons that only recognized certain bloodlines.
“Well…” The youth hesitated, but then honestly replied, “Probably not. According to my grandfather, this greatsword was found on the battlefield by a blacksmith who didn’t recognize its value. At the time, the sword was rusted, and the blade was stewed. He assumed it was a discarded weapon and wanted to melt it down to recast it.”
“My ancestor happened to pass by then. He dreamed of becoming a knight and bought a discarded weapon from the blacksmith at a low price. He took an instant liking to this unremarkable greatsword. Although he wasn’t a knight yet, he easily lifted the heavy greatsword and became a knight with its help. Since then, this sword has been passed down through our family for generations.”
He was quite honest, not directly claiming his lineage was of the Legendary Knight Amadeus. Even if they did, it would likely be impossible to verify.
“So, you believe the greatsword is sentient, and because your ancestor saved it, it allows your bloodline to wield it?” I inquired. He nodded.
There might be an element of repaying a debt, but I felt this origin story had also been embellished by his family. It’s normal to lightly beautify the deeds of one’s ancestors.
For instance, it wasn’t necessarily his ancestor’s discerning eye back then, but rather that he saw such a large and conspicuous sword at first glance and instinctively felt bigger was better, reaching out without considering if he could even lift it.
Then, seeing that it was about to be melted down, the greatsword hastily made itself float, allowing him to take it away. This was then appropriately modified into a story similar to the chosen one, like pulling Excalibur from the stone.
Of course, the belief that the greatsword is sentient and repays a debt likely still exists, and his family was fortunate to have the right to wield a Legendary Knight’s weapon, producing a knight in each generation.
However, it felt like the ceiling was right there. Since becoming a knight relied on the weapon’s power, excessive reliance on external strength made it difficult to improve further, or perhaps he simply didn’t possess exceptional talent. That’s why his father, despite being somewhat known, was only a minor Sir guarding a bridge.
“Wait a moment, I’m a bit confused. Even so, you only obtained a very powerful weapon, right? How do you know this is Amadeus’s weapon?” I asked, confused.
“Because this sword contains Amadeus’s famous ultimate move, Wind’s Mourning. Our family has passed down this secret technique for generations, leading many to mistakenly believe we are Amadeus’s descendants or disciples. If I were to use it here, it would destroy this room,” the youth explained.
Although he didn’t unleash the ultimate move, he was already gathering power. The greatsword began to continuously gather the surrounding wind’s power and other energies, compressing them to the extreme and attaching them to the blade. He wasn’t wrong; if used, it would undoubtedly cause immense destruction.
At the same time, I saw renewed wavering and hesitation in his eyes. He was likely contemplating whether to keep the sword now that he had it.
I sighed. Although he was fundamentally simple-hearted, greed can confuse people’s hearts. Moreover, this sword was the root of his family’s prosperity. It was too important to lose.
“It’s time to return the greatsword to me,” I said, extending my hand to ask for it back.
“No, didn’t you say that if I revealed the secret of the greatsword, you would let me have it?” the youth asked anxiously.
“That’s right, I agreed to let you have the greatsword, but it will cost five thousand gold coins in cash. Money first, then the goods. This greatsword is still mine. When you gather the money, I’ll sell it to you,” I stated.
“What? You, you’re not keeping your word! You explicitly said you’d give it to me for free!” the youth exclaimed in exasperation.
“I only said I would consider it. When did I say it would be for free? And I didn’t lie to you. I accept your request to redeem the greatsword. As long as you bring the money, I will naturally give you the greatsword,” I replied.
“But, only by possessing this sword can I become a knight, earn enough money, and avenge my father. Please, let me leave with the sword now. I will definitely earn enough money and return it to you!” The youth was completely unwilling to let go of the sword he had finally obtained.
“Very regrettable. In my opinion, you are not yet worthy of the Sword of Amadeus. The legendary knight was strong in himself, not strong because of the sword in his hand. Your father, holding the greatsword, was still killed. Your strength is not even as good as his. What use is a sword to you?” I asked.
“It’s still better than nothing! Without the greatsword, I don’t even know what I should do…” The youth’s tone changed. He seemed to have made up his mind, and the wind filling the room was compressed onto the blade.
“I’m sorry, I won’t let go of the sword. If you insist on obstructing me, I will have no choice but to let you witness the ultimate technique you wish to see.”


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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