Ⅳ
Faced with Arthur's repeated insistence, Count Bernaken grew increasingly helpless.
The Old Count felt as though he were looking at a lion with its jaws wide open.
No!
More precisely, a lion with a fox's tail and its jaws wide open.
Even so, the Old Count volunteered-
"My Twin Swords are over there!
They're both fine Secret Art weapons!
The Steel Sword can grow searing hot and burst into flames!
The Silver Sword can effectively harm ghosts and intangible aberrations!"
The Old Count raised a hand and pointed.
That was where his warhorse, Turnip, had fallen.
But by now, Turnip had long since vanished.
Clearly, the Witcher's Turnip had long since ceased to be an ordinary creature.
Arthur looked at the Twin Swords bathed in the crimson blood mist and felt nothing.
He had no shortage of sword weapons.
Especially ones that were merely Secret Art-grade.
Had they been hero-grade or higher, he might have given it some thought, but he really had no need for mere Secret Art-grade weapons.
He had plenty of "hands," but only Tyr's Caress could truly work in tandem with [Hand of the Void].
That was his "Sectumsempra," after all!
As for having more?
They would be far better left on display.
"I'm very fond of weapons.
But I don't want to replace my sword.
It has been with me through so much.
Besides, you wouldn't want your swords to become exhibits in my study, would you?"
Arthur declined tactfully.
"Take them and find my apprentice, Lynn. Tell him everything that happened here. He'll teach you Witcher Swordsmanship in my stead. If you're willing, you can also learn the Witchers' Mystic Arts-even their core Mystic Arts."
The Old Count continued.
Arthur was even less interested in that.
To advance his Ascension Rank quickly, what