Holy Sword

At the little rabbit village chief's home, Li Yan sat innocently in a chair. The little rabbit village chief and Flamme pressed close to him, staring at the exceptionally cool Holy Sword with their mouths slightly open and shock written all over their faces.

"It really came out. It really came out!"

The little rabbit village chief cried out in astonishment. She couldn't believe that the Holy Sword, which no one had ever managed to draw, had been pulled out by a mage.

"So it really was fate? My meeting with A Yan."

Flamme cupped her face and leaned her head on Li Yan's shoulder, a blissful, silly smile on her face.

Li Yan calmly returned the Holy Sword to his waist and looked solemnly at Flamme and the little rabbit village chief.

"Little rabbit village chief, godmother, how about I put the Holy Sword back? It attracts too much attention."

Li Yan spoke with a troubled expression. He hadn't wanted to draw the Holy Sword at all, nor did he want to become a hero. He only wanted to follow his godmother Flamme and learn all sorts of magic that would make him happy.

"No!"

"That's not very likely anymore!"

The little rabbit village chief spoke excitedly, while Flamme calmly shook her head.

"Then what if the Demons set their sights on me? Godmother, the Demons will definitely stop at nothing to kill me, and I'm still so young."

Li Yan pitifully hugged Flamme's arm and gazed at her with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, A Yan. If the Demons dare to lay a hand on you, godmother will protect you."

Flamme spoke gently. A Yan was still a ten-year-old child. Sure enough, the burden of the Holy Sword was too much for him to bear.

"I-I'll help you too, hero of destiny."

The little rabbit village chief spoke as she hopped up and down. With him having drawn the Holy Sword, a great weight had also been lifted from her shoulders. She had always worried about monsters destroying the Holy Sword and attacking the village, but now she could finally relax a little.

"I have a proposal that may not be fully thought through."

Li Yan spoke up timidly, and Flamme and the little rabbit village chief both turned to look at him.

"Have the blacksmith in Sword Village forge an identical Holy Sword, then put it back in the original spot with fixing magic or superglue, so it looks like the Holy Sword still hasn't been drawn."

Li Yan made his suggestion quietly, prompting Flamme and the little rabbit village chief to nod thoughtfully.

Seeing that they both thought it feasible, Li Yan continued, "Second, make lots of counterfeit Holy Swords and sell them to adventurers. That'll throw the Demons off, so they won't realize the one I'm using is the real Holy Sword."

"But that would cost a lot of money."

The little rabbit village chief offered a friendly reminder. Flamme looked at Li Yan and seemed to recall the wealth of his family. Probably all the wealth in Sword Village combined didn't amount to one-millionth of A Yan's entire family fortune. No, that was giving the residents of Sword Village too much credit. How could an ordinary little village even compare itself to an Earl's family of the kingdom, especially the most powerful Earl, who had a fief in the kingdom?

"Godmother, do you think my two proposals will work? If they won't, I don't have any other good ideas."

Li Yan gave up and sprawled across the table, staring expressionlessly at the Holy Sword. As a noble mage, he had no particular desire to become a hero and wield the Holy Sword.

"A Yan, godmother will support you unconditionally."

Seeing the dejected Li Yan, Flamme hugged him, her heart aching for him. Her enormous oppai pressed against his back, giving him the illusion that he was being pinned beneath Five Fingers Mountain.

"We in Sword Village are also willing to go along with the hero's decision."

The little rabbit village chief clenched her little fists and nodded her little head.

"Then I'm counting on you, little rabbit village chief. Please, whatever you do, don't tell anyone the Holy Sword has been drawn. Just act as though the hero hasn't drawn it yet."

"As for the counterfeit Holy Swords, I'll write home and suggest it to my family. There shouldn't be any other problems."

A smile appeared on Li Yan's face. These were all the solutions he could think of for now. Since the Holy Sword had acknowledged him, he might as well carry it with him. In any case, there was hardly anywhere he would need it. He was a distinguished mage, after all, and he had the greatest archmage in human history as his godmother by his side.

At the Holy Sword's guarded resting place, the little rabbit village chief carefully inserted the counterfeit Holy Sword back into its original spot. Flamme raised her staff. She knew a sealing technique that would make the counterfeit Holy Sword impossible to draw, except by a pure-hearted, kind little shota boy no older than twelve, who could use magic, had a powerful physique, and possessed about half as much mana as Flamme herself.

With the first matter perfectly resolved, Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the counterfeit Holy Sword, sealed and wedged firmly in the stone stele, he resisted the curiosity that made him want to try pulling it out. He put the real Holy Sword in an ordinary scabbard and unceremoniously tossed it into his backpack.

As for the second matter, Li Yan picked up a pen with a touch of nostalgia. He hadn't written home in a long time; the last time had been three months ago.

[Dear Mother, honored Father, have you been happy at home lately? Your most adorable son has been honing his magic with his master away from home and has already made some modest achievements. The path of magic is long and arduous, but as a child of the strongest warrior family, I will not give up. My physical training is also going smoothly. Recently, your son passed through Sword Village and witnessed the Holy Sword's great power. I am very fond of its design, and I believe a sword of this style would be most suitable for our strongest warrior family. Therefore, I ask Father to have a thousand Holy Swords forged and bestowed upon the most talented warriors in the family. Yours, your dearest son, Li Yan.]

After a great deal of thought, Li Yan let out a soft breath. This letter home had used up more than half his brain cells. Forging a thousand counterfeit Holy Swords might be an enormously difficult task for an ordinary person, but for him, the son of an Earl, it was merely a casual request.

Li Yan tucked a drawing of the Holy Sword's design into the letter and handed it to Flamme.

"Godmother, I've finished writing it. Please use magic to send it for me."

Flamme took Li Yan's letter and tapped the paper with her staff. A mysterious magic circle appeared, and the next moment, two pairs of white feathered wings sprouted from the envelope. It shot straight into the sky and flew toward Li Yan's home at an astonishing speed.

"A Yan, it looks like our trip to Sword Village wasn't for nothing. Let's call it godmother's birthday present to you."

Flamme chuckled and picked Li Yan up, gently pressing her fiery red lips to his cheek.

"Mm, godmother, if I hadn't drawn the Holy Sword, what present would you have given me?"

Li Yan asked with a flushed face, considerately resting his little face against Flamme's heart. Though he was blocked by her soft, fleshy mounds, he didn't mind.

"Godmother knew my A Yan would be able to draw it. If you hadn't, how about I gave you godmother herself?"