After Merlin left, Iver began playing with the "Short Spear" with great interest in the garden.
He tried channeling his Light Attribute mana into it.
In an instant, dazzling radiance burst from the ruby hilt—
With a hum, a platinum-white blade, the same color as Iver's hair, shot out from it!
As it emerged, it first became a greatsword as long as a ruler. But with a thought from Iver, the blade shortened and narrowed, transforming into a perfectly balanced one-handed sword. It was made entirely of light, condensed into a translucent texture resembling glowing crystal.
The blade was as clear as glass, and its beauty was so striking that Iver fell in love with it at first sight.
"...Holy crap, a Light Sword?"
Iver exclaimed in amazement as he gently reached out to touch the blade. Even if his finger fell off, it could grow back easily anyway.
But unlike what Iver had imagined... perhaps because the power he had activated was not a flaming Holy Sword, the Light Sword did not generate much heat.
It was only as warm as a light bulb that had been lit for a long time, slightly hot to the touch. There was also the cozy warmth of holding a glass filled with hot water. When he pressed down on the blade, the spot he touched turned a somewhat deeper orange-gold.
Iver swung it once and found it incredibly light. The blade had a little weight to it, and if he shifted his grip slightly farther back on the hilt, the center of gravity would not end up too far behind.
Iver was not skilled in swordsmanship, but his physical abilities were already superhuman. As long as he was fast and accurate, it would not affect his fighting ability. He simply lacked martial