While getting impatient due to the constant sound of battle that came from outside the village, I was making final adjustments to the new armament with Nazarie-san.
But what she made wasn’t a weapon, but something in the shape of magatama, causing me to feel anxious.
And that must have shown on my face.
“—Rest assured. This guy will definitely be useful for you,” said Nazarie-san while moving her hands, perhaps so as to calm me down.
“But…”
“I understand your worries. So listen to me for a moment. You don’t know because you didn’t see it in person, but when the Hallowed Sacred Staff was born, the Holy Staff, which was made of Hihiirokane, turned into particles and was taken into the Sacred Treasure, which was made of who knows what material. This is only my guess but, the Sacred Treasure is probably ‘the materialization of the power of god’.”
“Materialization of the power of God…?”
“That’s right. The fact that it fused with the Holy Staff means that Hihiirokane has an affinity with the power of god.”
“Affinity… In other words, they’re ‘compatible’?”
“Umu,” Nazarie-san nodded deeply to my question, “and do you remember? About that fact that Holy Armaments being able to be summoned at will even from a great distance.”
“Yes, I do. Arca exhibited it when I was fighting with her.”
At that time, shining particles converged in response to Arca’s summon, which then transformed into the Holy Spear.
But what’s that got to do with this?
As I made an uncomprehending look, Nazarie-san broke into a bold smile and said, “What I’m trying to say is—you can take in this guy into your body.”
“What!?” I became shocked and astonished.
Nazarie-san then explained what she meant, “Your existence is already close to that of a god. The name 《Divine Phoenix》 is the proof of that. In which case, Hihiirokane should be able to attune to your power. Or rather, you’ve been attuning yourself to Hihiirokane since long ago, you know?”
“I’ve been attuning myself to Hihiirokane…?”
As I looked at her with puzzled eyes, Nazarie-san pointed at my chest and said, “—Phoenix Robe. It must’ve been woven from threads of Hihiirokane. That’s why it can regenerate with you and transform into the armor you call Vermillion Bird Form with your power.”
“I-is that so…?”
That’s a startling fact.
In other words, I already had the strongest armor since before I even went to Magrid.
“Umu, most likely. Hence, I came to the conclusion that Sacred Treasure was a crystallization of the power of god, and made this guy like this. Its name is, Infinite Blade—‘Amaterasu Orb’.”
Gulp, I swallowed my saliva as I looked down. A crimson magatama which swayed like it was burning was there.
“I’ve made this guy able to transform into more types of armament as you grow. I honestly am not sure whether it’ll work, but well, knowing you it probably will somehow.
“Okay, it’s done,” Nazarie-san handed me Amaterasu Orb.
It felt warm to the touch, like a human’s skin.
It was a proof that it had life.
As such, I clenched it firmly and said in a powerful tone, “—Thank you! I’ll definitely save everyone with this guy!”
◇ ◇
And so, I, having taken in Amaterasu Orb, was now overpowering the Saints.
The orb was supposed to be one only, but two appeared the moment I took it into my body, each of which coming out of the back of my hands, and they were able to immediately reproduce every armament that I could wield proficiently at present.
This was the power of Amaterasu Orb.
My—new blade.
“Amaterasu Orb, you say…”
“Yeah. It allows me to wield various weapons freely according to the situation.”
“Kukuku, no good… killin’ you would likely feel fantastic…” Shangarula, standing up while roughly wiping the corner of his lips, made a leisurely smile despite the condition he was in and said, “Then I—don’t need to hold back…!”
“!”
Creaking sounds rang out from all over Shangarula’s body and the intimidating feeling he gave off increased sharply.
When it did, Boreios raised his voice in a slightly panicked manner, “Stop, Shangarula! It’s not yet the right time!”
“Shut up, Big Guy! You just watch from the sideline! I’m gonna—”
At that moment.
“That’s enough, Shangarula.”
““““““““—!?””””””””
Suddenly, the voice of another man echoed to the surroundings, and we all looked to the direction it had come from.
Since when was he there?
What came into our sight was the figure of a man in his 30s with two horns growing out of his forehead.