Even the steel-made Cigna and Xd were crumpled like paper, but they couldn�t destroy Lian�s greatsword.�If not for <Idea>, Ymir�s fist would have pierced her sword and shattered Nagarian�s body.

�Anyway, it�s that kind of sword.�It�s not like Rai didn�t try swordsmanship.�that didn�t work�Rai really wanted it when he was little.�

Ryan pursed his lips.�He can boast that he has become a fairly confident swordsman now, but even when he was young, Rai was the source of his family�s expectations.

�Sheesh, then I�ll give it to Rai. Why did you keep it until now?�

�He hates clunkiness.�It won�t fit.�

I asked with some expectation, but the answer that came back was different from what I expected.

When Lian�s expression turned even more hateful, Klump tore his mouth and laughed.

�Hey, what did you expect?�Did you think I prepared it especially for you?�

�Who said what?�Mind reading that doesn�t even work.�

Clump pretended not to, but Sirone could have predicted it.

Rai probably really wanted <idea>.�Aside from her function, it was a great honor to inherit the sword of the previous patriarch.�However, the sword was passed on to Lian.

Even so, taking it as a joke must be the heart of a grandfather who does not want to burden his grandson.

�In the meantime, shall we tell you an anecdote related to <Idea>?�

�huh?�Do you have an anecdote?�

Ryan showed interest with his eyes shining.�Although he grumbled, it seemed that he did not dislike <Idea>�s unique ability.

�then.�When I was young, I went to practice swordsmanship just like you.�At that time, I single-handedly subdued a group of bandits.�It was quite strong.�I was annihilated, but I also received a fatal wound before death.�I came down the mountain with my injured body.�However, a strange village appeared that was not even on the map.�It wasn�t much different from other villages, but strangely, people were quiet and sullen.�

Sirone and the others held their breath and immersed themselves in Clump�s story.�It was a story about a fateful encounter between a person who later became a general of Tormia and an object.

�There, I met an old man and his granddaughter, and I was able to save my life by dying.�When I came to my senses, the sword wound was completely healed.�He does not know how he was treated.�However, what remained in my hazy consciousness were words like a spell that I repeated countless times.�Smille, Smile, and so on.�

Lian, who was muttering in his mouth, asked again.

�Smille?�What does that mean?�

�I don�t know.�It could have been some kind of spell, or some kind of magic.�Anyway, the old man seems to have been chanting those words all night long.�So he came to his senses and looked around the town.�There was an antique shop.�It was a store full of strange things.�The most impressive thing was that they were selling glass bottles of smoke.�I asked what it was for, but the owner wouldn�t tell me.�

From now on, as if to get to the point, Clump sipped tea and moistened his mouth.

�Then I saw a greatsword hanging over the counter.�That is the <idea> that you are wearing.�I recognized at a glance that it was no ordinary sword.�Then, as if possessed by something, it approached the owner.�

Ryan swallowed his saliva with a hard expression on his face.

�That, so?�

Klump blinked and said indifferently.

�huh?�So what?�Of course I paid for it and bought it.�

As the tension turned to a sense of collapse, the last word came out of Lian�s mouth.

�Are you kidding me?�

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