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Chapter 42 - One Sword to Sever the Will of a God

The air seemed to freeze.

"Forget it."

Tohru shifted her gaze slightly, laid her head back on the ground, and said slowly:

"Never thought that the last thing I'd encounter before death would be a human. I have to say, that's truly ironic."

Her words were filled with helplessness and sorrow.

She simply could not accept her current fate.

"My name is Arthur. What's yours?"

Arthur, however, smiled as if it didn't matter at all and walked up to Tohru.

Tohru: "..."

She froze slightly, surprised by his casual question.

Man and dragon stared at each other for a moment.

Perhaps it was because death was near.

Or perhaps because she couldn't sense any malice from Arthur.

"…Tohru."

After a pause, she finally spoke her name.

"Tohru, huh. Not a bad name."

Arthur arched a brow with a smile, then pointed at the divine sword lodged in her back and asked lightly:

"By the way, what's with that sword stuck in you?"

"Want me to pull it out? Looks pretty painful."

"Pull it out for me…?"

Though she felt a strange flicker of emotion at Arthur's offer, Tohru still sneered dismissively:

"Human, do you even know what kind of creation this sword is?"

"This is a Divine Sword, forged of godly power, containing the mighty will of a god."

"For a weak human like you, even a touch would shatter your mind and kill you instantly."

"Then I really want to give it a try."

The corner of Arthur's lips curved into a confident smile. With a thought, the Sanctuary of Silver unfolded faintly as he flew up onto Tohru's back.

"…?!"

Tohru's eyes widened in surprise at the sight.

She had assumed he was just an ordinary human, but clearly, she had been wrong.

A mage? A warrior?

"Human, don't throw your life away."

Tohru twisted her head to look at him.

Even if Arthur had some skill, as she said—this was still the Divine Sword.

Even she, a dragon, couldn't heal under its suppression and could only wait for death.

If even a dragon was helpless…

How could a mere human stand against it?

"Trust me."

Arthur gave her a confident smile.

Tohru: "..."

Arthur floated a little higher until he was level with the hilt of the sword, and reached out his right hand.

Tohru's eyes widened slightly.

She could already picture him dying from instant mental collapse.

Arthur's hand closed around the hilt.

The Divine Sword blazed with white light.

The next instant, a surge of overwhelming, invisible willpower burst from the Divine Sword and flooded into Arthur's consciousness.

It took form as a towering figure—

Shaped of pure white radiance, face hidden, haloed in a faint red glow.

Solemn, exalted, supreme—so divine that mortals could not even bear to gaze upon it.

This was the manifestation of a god's will.

In the center of the consciousness space.

Arthur's soul sat cross-legged in the void, eyes closed.

Seven miniature Swords of Damocles stood upright before him.

Behind him slowly rotated a divine wheel, as if forged of gold, its outer rim glowing with a faint purple aura.

Strands of violet-gold light, like mischievous sprites, trailed luminous tails as they circled around his soul—vaguely outlining the symbol of infinity.

Sacred, immortal, exalted, mysterious, eternal…

Such traits were etched into the very core of his soul.

Arthur's soul slowly opened his eyes.

The seven Swords of Damocles that represented seven authorities vanished from before him—

And in the blink of an eye, appeared above the will of the god.

The seven merged into one.

Taking the form of the Authority of Colorless as a long sword, it struck downward.

An invisible, crushing seal locked the god's will in place.

The Swords of Damocles fell.

Without resistance, it pierced straight through the god's will.

Then, returning to its original place, as the god's will shattered into starlight and vanished.

All of this had taken less than three seconds.

In the real world.

The moment Arthur grasped the hilt, he froze briefly—then, the Divine Sword dissolved into motes of starlight and faded away.

"What… impossible?!"

Tohru's eyes flew wide in disbelief.

The Divine Sword was just… gone?

And the god's will sealed inside?

That was something that had left even her powerless, waiting only for death!

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

In a great world tethered to the main cosmos—

At the very moment the god's will was slain, the god who had so easily wounded Tohru furrowed his brow.

A flicker of doubt and curiosity appeared.

"How strange. A fragment of my will has vanished."

"And not a shred of information was returned to me. Interesting."

"That will was forged into a dragon-slaying sword. There's no way that little dragon removed it herself."

"And it can't have been the other dragons either, or I'd have received at least some feedback."

"Who could it be…?"

He thought of a few beings on his level, then chuckled lightly and dismissed the thought.

Tohru was nothing but a minor episode in his eyes.

Main Multiverse, Oborozuka City.

As the Divine Sword faded, Arthur's Compendium of All Things flashed a new entry, a fresh record illuminated.

His pupils shrank slightly.

Snapping out of his brief daze, he turned to the dumbstruck Tohru staring at him.

He smiled faintly and asked:

"Tohru, you alright now?"

With the Divine Sword gone, the wound on her back vanished instantly, as though it had never existed.

"I… I'm fine."

Tohru blinked, gradually returning to herself, her eyes toward Arthur subtly different now.

"That's good."

Arthur floated down from her back.

As soon as he dismounted, Tohru cast her transformation magic. A surge of crimson light enveloped her form—

Her massive body shrank rapidly.

In the end, she stood in human form.

She wore a long robe of brownish-grey, with thick, silky golden hair cascading down her back, its tips fading to red.

Upon her head, dragon horns still protruded.

Behind her swayed a short, chubby teal dragon tail.

Her human face was refined, skin pale and smooth—

A delicate face with a hint of baby fat.

Beauty and cuteness blended seamlessly together.

Her translucent eyes gleamed golden-red, streaked with gold in the crimson.

Her pupils were vertical slits of deep red—

Sharper and more piercing than round pupils.

"…So tall."

Seeing that her human form was nearly his height, Arthur couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Tohru stood about 1.75 meters.

With her horns, nearly 1.8.

Man and dragon met each other's gaze.

Tohru's expression was cold, distant.

Arthur only smiled and said gently:

"Want to talk?"

With a thought, a faint bluish barrier resembling pixelated mosaic shaped itself into a long-backed bench behind him.

Arthur sat down.

"Sit, Tohru."

Tohru's eyes flickered slightly, then she sat beside him.

Her robe swayed, revealing fleeting glimpses within.

Arthur turned to look at her, smiling knowingly as he asked:

"Tohru, why were you wounded by the Divine Sword?"

"..."

Tohru's pupils narrowed at his words.

Her gaze wavered faintly. After a long silence, she finally replied:

"Because I challenged a god… recklessly."

After a short pause, she suddenly added another line.

Then tilted her head upward slightly.

Gazing at the rain-washed night sky, her eyes turned distant.

"Oh, I see."

Arthur chuckled as if in sudden understanding, yet showed no other reaction.

This surprised Tohru slightly.

She turned her gaze back toward him.

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