The Sword Of Summer の小説・ストーリー

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.

I’ll have to do something quick unless this could turn out to be fatal for me, I thought. “Gertrude! I’ve been temporarily blinded and I—” “No! You’ve been permanently blinded by my sword. Do not assume what you don’t know,” Seth said with a wide grin on his face. “I got blinded just by the wind that the sword produced. Gertrude, what is that sword?” I asked worriedly. “Oh, yes! That’s the Kaisen. It’s a sword that cuts through air and makes the air it cuts through as sharp as the blade itself,” Gertrude concluded.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

Ambrose chuckled from beside her, "Summon your flames, milady - maybe your sword will answer you then." He hinted, with a rueful grin. Sephora huffed a laugh, but did as instructed. Her mind summoned her flames, merely an extension of her body, and imagined them forging the sword to her hand. Just as her flames reached her palm holding the sword, the sword ignited. Glowing gold, it was a torch in her hand, as the flames seemed to come from within the sword as though... as though it was bonded to her Soulborn power.

Therefore, the two of us fought side by side. She dispelled their spells and suppressed their powers. I beheaded a gazillion trolls. Don't blame me. I really enjoy doing things as a human. Of course, with a small portion of my power. The golden sword I wield is obviously, not ordinary. So you see why I am happy? Summer could not have recalled what day this was. That only means that my Aurora has fully taken over her body, completely. Because, I know how important the mission given to Summer is, I will definitely go to the human realm in her era to deal with Lucifer.

Rhychard jerked his attention toward where he thought the loud crack of sound originated from. His hand tensing on the grip of his sword, the voices of the other Warriors in his mind, urging him to action. He tried to get a bearing on where Renny brought them, but nothing seemed even remotely familiar or even how she described the place to him. "If this is the Summerlands, it's not really what I expected," he said. Turning to Renny, he asked, "This is the Summerlands, right?"

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

Winter moved—sudden, liquid, faster than the eye could follow. One moment August was driving forward with a high thrust aimed at Winter’s throat. The next, Winter had slipped inside the guard, blade flashing upward in a perfect arc. The blunt tip stopped mere centimeters from August’s throat—close enough that August felt the faint stir of air from the motion. At the same instant August’s own sword was locked in place, point trembling just under Winter’s heart.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”