Stray

The Sword of Ruinous Fire wasn’t fixed to the ground by any magic array but was inserted in a solid stone brick. The blade of the Ruinous Fire was still sharp. If you ignore the curse that caused severe pain, a slightly strong soldier could pull it out.

The black sword body and the hilt were integrated, and the hilt was inlaid with a dull dark gemstone. Its metal inlay was delicate and beautiful, but it wasn’t fragile, and it didn’t feel awkward to use. The scarlet flame was coiled around the black sword’s body, and from time to time orange sparks fell from the blade. Oliver could feel the pulsating power inside the sword, which could be considered a good sword that was full of fury.

Except for a certain point…

Oliver placed the blade of the Ruinous Fire in front of him, frowning. “Why?”

“The bone sword around your waist has no power.” Godwin was silent for a long time, clenching the hilt of his sword. “And I will use Breaking Dawn. It’s not fair to you.”

Godwin couldn’t tell how he was feeling at the moment.

He didn’t agree with the meaning attached to this sword by the Pope, and truly didn’t believe from the bottom of his heart that a mere sword could be used as a screening mechanism for the Hero. But why? Why could Oliver Ramon and his father use it freely?

He tried to become the perfect hero in the legends, the one who could pull the suffering people out of the water. For this reason, he could sacrifice and suppress everything. He would put his needs after everyone in the world— Godwin had long been aware of it, and now he could skillfully ignore those grievances and sorrows. Not for reputation, money, or power. Godwin firmly believed that he just wanted to do the “right” thing.

Because he was destined to bear the fate of saving the world.