300 Heroes of the Comics

Chapter 026 The End of the Dream

By this time, Alesia finally looked like a normal girl, with human colors on her face.

With no serious injuries on her body, she is undoubtedly a formidable warrior.

But even so, she is also an ordinary girl, after the divine power is exhausted, she really has no way to continue to suppress her fatigue.

"Om-"

The steel sword that fell to the ground suddenly melted into a ball of light particles, and then combined into a human form.

From the looks of it, it should be a loli.

Sure enough, when the white radiance faded, a beautiful girl with silver hair and smooth skin appeared on the spot.

The transparent dark purple eyes were full of anxiety, and the sword elf girl who looked at most 15 years old hurried to Alesia's side.

"Master, are you alright?"

Although jerky, the voice of the sword elf girl already contained emotion.That was something completely unimaginable when he first contracted with her.

"..."

Opening her mouth, the girl known as the saint found that no matter what she said at this time, she seemed too pale and powerless.

Moreover, Esther's surprised eyes have already prevented her from saying those words.

In front of Esther - the body of the saint after killing the demon king is gradually changing into a beautiful crystal of elf ore.

Start at the ankle, little by little.

It's almost like being salted by the Marquis of Vauban.Can't resist.

The girl who is praised as the saint, and the holy sword in front of her that can completely purify even the clumps of resentment, can only watch this scene helplessly at this moment.

The so-called elf ore is a very rare and precious material.It can seal spirits and part of their power.

I also want to know that a normal elf messenger, even if he exhausts his divine power and even his vitality, will never become this thing.

"Master...Master...?"

At this time, the highest-ranking sword elf girl who was no longer an elf weapon finally understood sadness.

"Esther... don't show that expression."

Alessia placed her still-movable right hand on Esther's head, and said to her in a moaning voice suppressing the pain:

"Actually, I knew it would be like this from the beginning."

However, the girl who was only sixteen years old showed a look of seeing through life.

"Crack-"

The crystallization phenomenon gradually spread to the fingertips of her left hand.

By this time, the sword elf finally understood.

What caused this scene was [Curse].

The sword elf, who had never contracted with an elf envoy before, trembled uncontrollably.

So far, the curse--all the things transformed by spells such as elf magic that were broken by the holy sword, have been stored in the holy sword.

When the curse breaks through the storage limit, it will start to bite the girl who is the contracted holy sword.

That's right, it wasn't the sword elf who was backlashing, but her contractor.This is the price paid for the power of the holy sword that can break all spells.

The original name of Esther's elven magic outfit - [Sacred Sword] refers to the sword that can break all curses.

But those curses did not disappear from the world.At a certain point in time, the holy sword that has accumulated countless curses will feed back these curses on the contractor.

Esther is not a holy sword.

She who allows the user to exchange life for powerful power is undoubtedly a magic sword.

"How... how..."

At this time, Esther could only watch helplessly as the girl's slender hand, which was always gently stroking her head, gradually turned into hard elf ore.

"Master! I... I don't know! I didn't know there was such a—"

"It's okay... Esther."

Alesia smiled lightly, and looked at the helpless sword elf girl in front of her with a gentle expression.

"Master... you clearly knew that this would happen, yet..."

"Yeah. So...it's not Esther's fault."

While stroking Esther's silver-white hair, the girl tried hard to show a peaceful expression.

But her voice was trembling, and there were tears in her eyes.

This is a matter of course—whether it is the fear of death or the fear of separation.

Because she is not a saint at all.

She was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl who shouldered unnecessary responsibilities.