Moments after I summoned the Holy Sword, I heard a voice in my head.
[Y-you're not a Hero! Who on earth are you?!]
Something I was probably too used to at this point, I knew I wasn't going crazy.
"Hm?"
Halting in my tracks, I raised an eyebrow, lifting the sword up in front of me.
What used to be a dull, inactive gem in the base of the hilt was now snow-white, glaring like a star and emitting a same-colour glow, almost reminding me of the flashlight on a smartphone, just less intense.
"Oh, are you the Ancient Hero? Good morning."
Just like Ina warned me when I asked her all that time ago, it indeed did talk to me.
It was a bit annoying―I'd rather just have a weapon that did only what I wanted to without interfering or being a nuisance―but, with a faint hope that it might come in useful one day, I decided to just put up with it.
Well, it's not like I even had a choice, but still.
[I asked your identity, heathen! Answer me!]
