Chapter 154: The guardian spirit of darkness

A long way away...

The holy sword is startled awake.

Her blue eyes widen to look in the direction where she can sense the power she has been reminiscing about all along...this power...

Even if I am reduced to ashes or rendered powerless, I will never forget.

A beautiful figure emerges from where she lay, forming a mass of advanced teleporting magical power. She is unconcerned about distance or territorial boundaries. She simply wishes she could visit that location.

“Arthur...”

As she approaches her destination, she mumbles lightly. Many people are staring at her, but she is unconcerned. Her feet yearn to enter, but the dark realm prevents them.

"Arthur," she calls him, and then abruptly breaks her engagement to Hareve Lancelot because she is a sword... a sword made just for him.

"Arthur Pendragon!"

I am here.

Your sword is here.

My majesty!

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"The voice of the holy sword is very loud," says the fujoshi sister. "Have you considered removing the dark realm?"