System of the Beast Slayer [litrpg Adventure]
Copyright© 1999 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 147
The Witcher rose to his feet, one hand gripping the hilt, the other supporting the flat of the blade, lifting the sword horizontally before his eyes. His gaze ran level along the edge. Aerondight was dark red throughout, as if it had been steeped in blood for decades.
It lacked the ornate, refined appearance of Gwyhyr. The blade bore no superfluous decoration, plain and unadorned, exuding the lake’s quiet depth and stillness.
Lady of the Lake’s Sword — Aerondight Type: Silver Sword
Materials: Tearstone, Black Iron, Draconid Leather, Potent Monster Tissue, Nymph Blood, Silver
Characteristics: Weight: 6.06 lbs Hilt Length: 11 inches Blade Length: 40 inches
Enchantment
Spellbreaker Each successful hit against a magical creature deals physical damage and forcibly drains a small amount of the target’s Mana.
Blessing of the Waters While wielding this sword, the bearer is granted the Lady of the Lake’s blessing, gaining the ability to breathe underwater and walk upon water. Most aquatic creatures will regard the bearer favorably and will no longer initiate attacks.
Call of the Waters Wherever there is lake water, the bearer may use this sword to attempt to commune with the local Lady of the Lake.
Notes: This blade was bestowed upon Roy, the one who passed the Trial, by the Lady of the Lake herself. Only you are worthy to wield Aerondight.
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Roy drew a deep breath, clasped the hilt with both hands, and planted the sword upright upon the surface of the lake.
It was completely different from the Lady of the Lake’s Sword he had known before. Aerondight no longer possessed the trait of growing stronger through slaughter, but the abilities it gained in exchange were eminently practical.
Underwater breathing, walking upon water, it was as if the sword had been forged specifically for a Witcher. When crossing mountains and rivers, crawling through caverns in search of treasure, he would no longer have to fear drowning.
And Spellbreaker made this silver sword far deadlier to magical creatures than an ordinary silver blade.
By any measure it was close to perfect, and it filled him with anticipation for its future growth.
Roy flicked his wrist and spun the sword in a flourish, but the heft was unmistakable. Aerondight weighed a full twice as much as Gwyhyr.
For any accomplished swordsman, a fixed, well-balanced blade was indispensable. Every fraction of weight difference mattered in combat, sometimes enough to decide life or death.
He had trained his Swordsmanship for months, and by now his body was accustomed to the weight of the steel sword Gwyhyr.
He let his focus sink into the Class Template.
You have obtained a silver sword that meets the standard. Bind it? Confirm.
You have bound the silver sword: Lady of the Lake’s Sword — Aerondight.
In an instant, all the heaviness and discomfort in his hands vanished, as if he had wielded Aerondight for many years already, as if every inch of its structure were familiar to him.
Between him and Aerondight arose a startling harmony. Each swing answered his intent like an extension of his arm.
Moreover, a subtle resonance formed between his mind and the silver sword before him. Just like his bound steel sword and hand crossbow, no matter where the three weapons were, he could perceive their position with perfect clarity.
At this moment, the Witcher Class’s bound weapons were complete. Silver sword, steel sword, hand crossbow, all accounted for.
“A pleasant surprise ... this trip to Black Gull Island has yielded far more than expected.” Roy fastened Aerondight to the sword strap on his back with satisfaction.
The hilts of the two swords rose over his right shoulder, catching one another’s light. The spirited youth now carried an even stronger Witcher air.
The Lady of the Lake waited quietly as he finished, dimples forming at the corners of her lips, her smile growing ever sweeter.
“My knight, it seems you like this gift.”
As she spoke, she extended her slender, pale hand toward the Witcher.
“Noble Lady of the Lake, your generosity leaves me with no way to repay you.” Roy cradled the goddess’s small hand and kissed the smooth, delicate back of it.
“Now let us return to the matter at hand. To eradicate Dagon completely, Aerondight alone will not suffice. We will need a detailed and executable plan. My knight, what do you propose?”
Very well. The payment had been advanced. It was only fair that she make her request now.
Roy nodded. “Lady of the Lake, I still have many questions regarding Dagon, such as how long it has existed in this world, and what abilities it possesses.”
The goddess thoughtfully turned her wrist. The Witcher felt a gentle force rise beneath him, and he found himself seated upon the lake’s surface, supported by a chair formed of unseen water vapor.
Only a square table and a pot of tea were missing between them.
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