The Extra Saved the Terminally Ill Princess and Run Away

26 – White Night (2)

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“No, why the hell?”

I couldn’t help but spit out such a fuss.

Whether it’s a famous sword or a treasure, isn’t this sword the couple’s sword in the darkness?

If I had this sword, the situation I would face was obvious.

‘That bastard will only chase after me.’

do not do that.

Because he and I can be said to be the worst match in a way.

To be precise, the black night that he carries and this white night are filthy bad.

it’s black

A sword that produces special effects from the moment the moon shines brighter than the sun.

First of all, the weight of the sword felt by the owner disappears. Of course, the actual weight remains the same.

That’s why you can swing the sword with the same sense as swinging your arm.

And it gives the possessor the qualities of a more perfect assassin.

The presence of the owner, the flow of mana, the smell, and the sound. The ability to make all of those things invisible to anyone other than himself.

On the other hand, White Night has the same ability, but the time to exert its power is the opposite.

The White Night is a sword that has a special effect only during the day when the sun shines brighter than the moon.

The ironic fact that the use of the sword, which is suitable for assassination, is only in the daytime, is what extremely reduced the use value of this white night.

So, an assassin.

It is said that it is not compatible with the one with the dark night that can be used at night when it can be active as its name.

Compared to that guy, this sword would be nothing more than a sturdy and sharp sword made by a master craftsman.

Since it was a shabby skill for a swordsman he pulled out of the academy’s treasure chest, he turned his head and tried to move back into the aisle.

The midnight sun once again radiated its light, attracting our attention.

shut up

invisible

A garbage sword with no use value like that. I wonder if

took a step again.

The midnight sun shone again and trembled as if making a sound.

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“Berry-kun, how about listening to it once?

“…Let me ask you one question. Principal.”

“What, is there something unclear? Berry-kun.”

“What is the criteria for choosing the Midnight Sun? I heard you were surprised that I was chosen as the Midnight Sun…”

If I was alone, I would definitely pretend not to see it until the end.

I would have pretended not to hear.

He would have done that if the principal hadn’t made a pitying expression only when he looked at the midnight sun from behind.

The principal told me only once.

Men usually don’t want to wear a condom, so ‘I want to put only the end part raw.’ He would have done so even if he had not persuaded me with strange flattering words such as

finally.

I sighed and turned my head, and the principal said with a satisfied smile.

“Ah, it’s natural that you don’t know. The Midnight Night’s selection criteria are a little different from other famous swords… It has a unique standard.”

“So, aren’t you asking what it is?

This was information that wasn’t even included in the story, so I had no choice but to ask.

How can I know information about a guy who never actually appeared in the first place?

The principal answered my question.

I couldn’t help but crumple my face.

“Despite the fact that the midnight sun is an assassin’s sword, as its name suggests, it is a sword that only emits its power when the sun shines.”

“…”

“That’s why the criterion for choosing White Night is simple. A swordsman whose fate is bizarre even though he is gifted.”

“What the fuck.”

The six-headed letter jumped out of my brain.

It was because a famous sword had a separate set of rules for choosing its owner.

“By the way, the Black Night is a sword that was created after the White Night was created. So, the Black Night has the same standards.”

“Then, whether it’s white or black, isn’t it like advertising that I’m a poor bastard just by carrying it around?”

“Advertisement? I don’t know what it is…but it’s true that it’s worth carrying around the White Nights or the Dark Nights.”

“Because that’s a famous sword?”

If so, I’d rather have the confidence to choose any other sword in this place.

Still, it’s better than a stupid sword like that.

“No, the White Night and the Dark Night. It is said that those who possess both swords at the same time can overcome that fate without fail.”

“…”

This was information I didn’t know.

The reason he frantically searched for the midnight sun was to overcome an unfortunate fate.

I turned my head and glanced at the white night.

With eyes full of doubt, “Is what the principal just said true?”

Therefore, the white night still shines.

With that alone, there was no way to know if the midnight sun was saying that to me or if it was saying that I didn’t have that kind of ability.

but nonetheless.

The principal’s words just before gave me a reason to choose Midnight.

this world is absurd It is also a very, very unreasonable world.

Even in such a world, there were no deviations from the rules and settings.

Characters judged and acted as their personalities were set, and weapons and monsters maintained their characteristics.

In other words, no matter how much the writer twists and turns the ordeal given to her and me.

It was said that he couldn’t change the original setting to the exact opposite.

Rather, it was only me who could arbitrarily intervene in the author’s setting, distort it, and shake up history.

Looking at what the artist has done so far, I was able to infer this much.

On my way to get the elixir.

Because the road was originally a place that had not been described, the artist could intervene indefinitely and harass me.

And the relationship between me and Lily would also be the result of intervening as much as possible within all the settings set by the author.

Finally, the lycanthrope incident.

The fact that there was a lycanthrope that made me die was the setting of the original scenario.

The twist, such as increasing it to two, was an act not permitted even by the author.

That’s why the writer must have intervened by inserting another creature that I could mistake for a lycanthrope.

To sum it up in one word, this is the reason.

If the setting of the white night is like that, from the moment you have the white night and the black night.

That I can perfectly resist the fateful move of the author who is trying to force me and Lily into ruin.

Turbuck.

I took one step towards the white night.

“Would you like me to pick you?”

Woo woo-.

The Midnight Sun greeted me with its blade trembling.

okay.

The ending that you suffer from the settings you made.

Wouldn’t that be a suitable ending for a writer who is forced to waste?

‘I’ll make you regret writing all the settings without being shy.’

“Okay, let’s do our best in the future. Don’t let that light… go out without my permission.”

Saying that, he grabbed the handle of the midnight sun, which had become quiet in an instant.

Woo woo woo-. Kwajik.

At the same time, the floating stone that was holding the midnight sun in the air broke, and the weight of the midnight sun was transmitted through my palm.

No, it wasn’t actually transmitted.

It was only because I was mistaken that I could feel the rough handle of the midnight sun through my tactile cells.

It was midday with the sun still shining high in the sky.

It was natural that the weight of the midnight sun could not be felt even if the sun was not showing its appearance.

‘Wait a minute.’

If so, wouldn’t the midnight sun be able to fully demonstrate its ability when fighting in a dark room?

It was the same in the last lycanthrope forest.

It was broad daylight, so it wasn’t without darkness.

furthermore… .

“You, if you set your mind to it, how bright can you shine?”

At my question, the white night shone again.

This long aisle can be seen quite far.

The dazzle made my eyes scream, but it was truly an unexpected harvest.

“Fortunately, you seem to have liked Midnight Sun quite a bit, so it’s a relief, Berry-kun.”

When I turned my head, I saw the headmaster with blackout magic spread around his face.

It seemed that he had seen my unexpected smile.

“But next time, I want you to say something in advance. The old lady is very stimulated by spirits.”

“Ah, yes…sorry.”

Woo woo-.

The White Night also showed a self-reflective attitude as it reduced the light again.

“It’s okay, since I predicted what would happen and deployed the magic. More than that… since I got a new weapon, I guess you want to wield it yourself?

To be honest, after choosing a sword, I was thinking of going straight to the student council.

According to the conversation I had with Grace during treatment, my body was almost healed.

I said we’re going to have a student council party this afternoon.

‘But I can’t stand this.’

In any case, figuring out in advance the maximum power I can unleash on a mission is also one of the many necessary processes.

So I nodded my head at the principal’s suggestion.

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wickedness. squeak.

The white blade of the white night drew the light of the half moon even in broad daylight.

The model of a knight standing in a pile fell in a perfect line following the sword path I had drawn.

It was sharper than any sword I had ever seen.

It’s probably because the midnight sun’s blade is as thin as a leaf.

It was clear that the actual weight of the midnight sun would be light compared to other swords.

Even so, the white night.

It’s like he won’t even let me feel it

Even though he was holding the sword, he gave the experience of not feeling anything other than the touch.

“This is a sword that can’t be handled without real talent.”

If you think about it generally, the lighter weight of the sword might mean something good.

However, getting lighter and disappearing are two different issues.

Basically, when a person wants to cut with a sword, they use their muscles to cut with force.

But how could he wield a sword that he couldn’t feel, even the weight of a long tree branch?

In short, a sword that cannot be properly handled unless one is really talented.

This sword was not a sword that had to be swung to cut like a normal sword.

It was just a sword that had to draw a line along the trajectory it wanted to slash through.

Not honest and honest.

Smooth, swift, and effortless movements.

“her.”

The more I grabbed the sword and cut down the target, the more I thought this sword was made only for assassins.

“An assassin with the talent of a swordsman.”

I ended up walking a completely different path from the original Finn, but I couldn’t help it.

He and I were obviously different people from the root.

same experience.

That is, even if trees drink the same amount of water and receive the same amount of nutrients.

It was only natural that trees with different roots would eventually bear different fruits at the end of their growth.

Now you can’t just rely on Finn’s experience.

Knowing that he and I are different, I have to draw my sword path in my own way.

Finn’s experience and talent should only be used for the role of shaping my path straight and right.

As long as I can’t use his abilities, there’s no other way for me to use his experience and talents.