Finn raised an eyebrow, picking up on the key point.
"It's actively adapting to Ais's wind."
As Riveria's words fell,
Gareth and Finn were both dumbfounded.
As someone who frequently used [Ariel], Ais was extremely sensitive to the flow of magic.
In the past, pouring this high-density wind enchantment into her weapon had always produced a sluggish resistance, as though she were forcibly stretching open the metal's channels.
But this time,
Ais held the Sword of Despair level in one hand.
"Whoosh-"
A pale green whirlwind spread from her palm, instantly wrapping around the entire blade.
The wind blades did not tear outward violently with piercing shrieks as they usually did.
Instead, they followed the newly formed web-like patterns inside the blade, merging into them with incredible smoothness.
It was as though this sword had grown for the very purpose of carrying that wind.
The green wind's edge remained contained and stable, radiating even deadlier cutting power.
Riveria gave her final assessment.
"After a night of intense combat, its internal magical conductivity increased."
"In other words, to adapt to Ais's combat habits and the properties of her magic, this sword restructured its own interior."
"It's fair to say that the Sword of Despair is already far more than a weapon that can repair itself."
"It's also a living weapon capable of evolving on its own."
Dead silence.
This corner fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Even the clamor of the surrounding Adventurers seemed to have been shut out.
Finn and Gareth were utterly dumbfounded.
After all, it could repair damage on its own and even actively adapt to its wielder's combat habits and magical properties, restructuring its own interior accordingly.
If Riveria had not said it herself,
Finn and Gareth would clearly never have believed such nonsense.
After all, just