Chapter 59: [59] : Hey Girl—What Do You Think of My Holy Sword?

~ Support & Read 17 Advanced Chapters on My Patreon! ~ We can hit the second bonus chapter this week! ~ Long Chapter✍️! .... "Everyone, behold the Excalibur Mimic!" Irina announced proudly to the group. I pretended to be impressed. "Wow, Irina—that's amazing!" "Hmph, of course it is! You wouldn't believe how many trials I had to endure before the Holy Sword recognized me," Irina declared, puffing out her chest. "....." Rias and the others looked at Irina, their expressions unreadable, trying their best to stifle their laughter. Xenovia and Irina, however, were confused by their reactions. Why weren't they surprised to see a Holy Sword? In fact, they seemed almost amused. "Um, may I take a closer look at your Holy Sword, Irina?" I asked, feigning interest. "Hmm? You want to see my Holy Sword?" Irina was taken aback, but then a sly grin spread across her face. "Sure, take a good look!" Seeing Irina's malicious expression, Rias and the others struggled to contain their laughter. They knew exactly what Irina was thinking. Holy Swords were anathema to Devils, and even ordinary humans would be harmed by prolonged exposure to their holy energy. Rias knew that Irina was planning to use the Excalibur Mimic to punish me. However— Considering that I possessed the true [Sword of Promised Victory], Rias and the others were eager to see Irina's reaction when her plan backfired. And it did. When I took the sword without any ill effects, Irina's smug expression crumbled. Her carefully crafted plan shattered into a million pieces. "This is your Excalibur Mimic? Feels kinda... cheap, like a kid's toy. It's leagues below the sword I use," I said, inspecting the sword with a critical eye. Irina's jaw practically hit the floor. She'd always regarded this blade as her life's greatest achievement, yet here he was, treating it like a novelty prop. Her eyes brimmed with disbelief. "Hahaha!" Just then, Rias and the others burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. "....." Even Xenovia's eyes widened in disbelief. She and Irina had endured countless hardships and life-or-death battles to earn the right to wield these Holy Swords. And now, a human who consorted with Devils was holding a Holy Sword without any problems? Her worldview was crumbling. "How can you not be hurt at all...? Wait..." Xenovia was about to question me when she suddenly seemed to realize something. Her eyes widened in shock. "You said this sword is inferior to Yours. Are you implying you also have a Holy Sword?" Irina, hearing Xenovia's question, also stared at me blankly. "That's right. I do indeed have a Holy Sword—and it's a far higher caliber than your cheaply forged stand-ins," I said with a smile, a hint of arrogance in my voice. "Impossible! There's no way a human mixed up with Devils would ever be recognized by a Holy Sword!" Irina's face contorted in disbelief, and she immediately refuted my claim. "Also, don't call my Excalibur Mimic a cheap knockoff—it's one of the Seven Excaliburs!" "You don't believe me? Fine, let's put it to the test. How about a little spar? What do you say?" I said, smirking. "Bring it on! I'm not afraid of you!" Xenovia was about to intervene, but Irina had already accepted the challenge. Right away, a bright holy glow flared in Kyoya's hand. A sword bathed in brilliant, sacred radiance materialized in his grip. "!!!!" Irina and Xenovia froze. They stared wide-eyed, rubbing their eyes as though they might be hallucinating. "Heh, even if you rub your eyes until they fall out, it won't change the fact that this is a real Holy Sword." I chuckled, seeing their comical reactions. "Also, let me be clear. This is the genuine—[Sword of Promised Victory], the true Excalibur—infinitely more authentic than any alchemy-based imitation you two are using." I clarified. "!!" "What?! That's impossible!" "Hehehe, believe it or not, I'm the rightful master of [Sword of Promised Victory]!" I said, striking a dramatic pose. "Wanna touch it? Go ahead. This is a legendary weapon, after all." Hearing my words, Irina's eyes lit up, and she looked at the [Sword of Promised Victory] with undisguised excitement. "Really? Can I really see the legendary Holy Sword?" Irina asked, her voice filled with anticipation. "Sure, Catch, But be careful." I tossed the [Sword of Promised Victory] to Irina, a teasing glint in my eye. "Gotta say, though, your total cluelessness is almost sad. You two have been sold out by the Church, and you don't even realize it." "What are you talking about? Are you trying to say that we've been tricked?" Xenovia, who had been silent, finally spoke up, her tone filled with confusion. "Tsk, don't you get it? I'm saying that you've both been used. The Church sent you here to retrieve the Excalibur fragments and eliminate Kokabiel, knowing full well that you'd likely die in the process. The Church has always been this way. Disgusting." I said, cutting straight to the point. Hearing my words, Xenovia's expression turned cold, and her tone became hostile. "That's nonsense. You're slandering the Church. I thought that maybe, as a wielder of the [Sword of Promised Victory], you might be a decent person. But now, it seems I was mistaken." "Heh, so naive, You don't even stand a chance against us. How do you expect to take on a Fallen Angel?" I said with a chuckle. "If you're that confident, then let's settle it with a duel. And if you lose, you swear not to interfere with our mission!" Xenovia's eyes turned icy. "Fine, that's what I want. But what if you lose?" I asked, unfazed. "If we lose, I'll apologize to you and your friends, and admit that what you said is true." Xenovia declared, her expression serious. "Alright, let's do it then!" Before I could respond, Kiba, unable to contain his hatred for Holy Swords any longer, interjected. "Make it two-on-two. You two against me and Kyoya—that's fair." "Tch! One excommunicated 'Witch' and a so-called candidate for a Holy Sword, both fallen so low as to consort with Devils. How pitiful." Seeing Kiba and Asia—Xenovia recalled something and mocked them. "I..." Hearing Xenovia's taunt, Asia hung her head, frightened. I patted Asia's hand gently, reassuring her. "Don't waste your breath. Let's begin. I'll take on Xenovia. Kiba, you deal with Irina. But remember, don't let your anger cloud your judgment. We're partners, after all." I looked at Kiba meaningfully. Kiba took a moment to collect himself, then smiled and said, "Got it. Thanks, Kyoya." ❁❁❁❁ ~ 17 Advanced Chapters Now Available on Patreon! https://p-atreon.com/dragonnx (Just remove the hyphen to access Patreon normally.)