Frieren: Dominating Aura From the Start
Chapter 83: Secrets of the Hero's Sword

Fifty-ninth year before the Sinseki Era, the first year of the Hero party's departure.

In the castle on the Heaven Vein Dragon's back—

That gaze from the future wanting to spy on the old father's solitary life was harshly beaten back.

"Audacious."

This was the evaluation Agusheed gave under the Hero of the South's observation.

He calmly withdrew his extended hand.

With a soft snort, he once again had the worthless Aura roll back to her cell.

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"Teacher..."

Watching the comedic Aura roll away in grief and indignation,

The Hero of the South, in a mood to watch the spectacle, turned his gaze and asked Agusheed with interest.

Actually, even without asking, the Hero of the South could guess the answer to this question—

Nothing more than a good beating.

But despite his expectations, he still wanted to hear the answer from Agusheed's own mouth.

"Asking when you already know."

Agusheed rose with cold eyes.

He had no intention of answering this boring question, just walked outside on his own.

According to his usual habits, this should be his daily walk time.

It was only because of his silly disciple's usual riddles—

That Agusheed rarely delayed for a while.

Looking at the heartless back his teacher left him,

The Hero of the South shook his head, then silently got up and followed.

The environment on the Heaven Vein Dragon's back was quite varied and colorful.

Plus those buildings and paths that Agusheed and Flamme had developed bit by bit,

In terms of scenery alone, this place could completely rival those fantastical things from fairy tales.

Walking on the bluestone path laid out by his childhood self,

The Hero of the South touched his chin and spoke to his cold teacher with considerable interest:

"Speaking of which..."

"According to the route you've chosen, Teacher—"

"After seeing Frieren, we should also happen to pass by the Village of Swords."

Village of Swords—

This familiar name made Agusheed's steps pause almost imperceptibly.

But it was only for an instant before his pace returned to normal.

"What about it?"

Agusheed's voice remained calm.

He didn't stop walking, just asked his disciple without looking back as he continued forward.

"Don't tell me that even today, you still harbor some inappropriate expectations for that Hero's Sword."

"Your future sight can see it, right—"

"Neither you nor the heroes who will appear in the future can draw that sword."

Unable to draw the Hero's Sword...

Not just himself, but even his junior named Himmel couldn't do it.

This was something the Hero of the South had known from the beginning.

"I'm just still curious about that sword..."

The Hero of the South deliberately drew out his tone,

Using this to prove to his teacher that he was merely curious about the sword.

"Teacher..."

"You personally experienced the goddess coming to earth and bestowing the Spell book fifteen hundred years ago, right?"

Goddess...

Spell book—

These two familiar terms still didn't make Agusheed stop walking.

He still maintained a steady pace, firmly stepping on the bluestone of the road.

"What are you trying to say?"

Agusheed said softly.

"Is that Hero's Sword really bestowed by the goddess?"

The Hero of the South asked very directly.

Even though he possessed 'future sight'—

He knew quite little about that goddess who created the world.

Many secrets he needed to find answers for from Agusheed, who had lived for a long time.

"It should be."

"At least that's what I know."

This somewhat vague answer was not what the Hero of the South had expected.

"About this question... can you be certain?"

The Hero of the South looked up, quietly observing his teacher's indifferent expression.

Agusheed casually picked a petal from the roadside and gently rubbed it.

"No."

This was how he answered his silly disciple.

Agusheed continued explaining with calm eyes:

"Because many things about the goddess, I also heard from the Demon King."

"Although he really did see that goddess with his own eyes, the answers he gave me should be correct."

"But since I never saw that goddess personally,"

"I can't be certain, so I can only give you an ambiguous answer."

Answers obtained from the Demon King?

The Hero of the South didn't dwell too much on Agusheed's ambiguity.

After a moment's thought, he asked the next question:

"Then Teacher..."

"Is that Hero's Sword stored in the Village of Swords really as the legends say—"

"Can only be drawn when the world faces a great crisis of imminent destruction?"

Agusheed turned around and stopped moving forward.

"To this question, I can give you a definite answer—"

Remembering that scene from over a thousand years ago that he couldn't forget for so long...

Agusheed shook his head and answered the Hero of the South briefly.

"That legend should be false."

"May I ask what you mean by 'false'?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. That sword can't be drawn, but not for that reason."

Agusheed released the petal, and as it drifted down, he calmly narrated.

"Because in my memory, the world has never experienced a crisis of facing destruction."

"Yet under such circumstances, that Hero's Sword was once held in someone's hands."

Someone—

This answer made even the possessor of 'future sight' gasp in surprise.

"I've really heard something incredible..."

The Hero of the South lowered his head, somewhat unable to suppress his amazement at the secrets his teacher possessed.

"The Hero's Sword had an owner... this is the first time I've heard such a thing."

'Future sight' wasn't omniscient—

At least regarding many things from the past, the Hero of the South knew far less than Agusheed.

So Agusheed wasn't surprised by his reaction.

"Why have you never proactively explained such things to me?"

"You never asked before."

—Faced with his teacher's almost rogue way of deflecting responsibility, the Hero of the South helplessly shrugged.

Not dwelling too long on meaningless arguments,

Glancing at his right hand that had failed to draw the Hero's Sword in multiple attempts,

The Hero of the South asked the most crucial question.

"But since a major crisis that would destroy the world isn't a prerequisite for drawing the Hero's Sword..."

"Then Teacher—"

"Why has the Hero's Sword never been drawn by anyone in all these years?"

"The thousand-year war between humans and demons is the greatest disaster in known history, isn't it?"

Actually at this moment, combining all the possibilities he'd seen in his 'future sight',

The Hero of the South already had a rough guess in his heart.

But he didn't leave to confirm it, instead quietly waiting for Agusheed's answer.

He didn't have to wait long.

Agusheed, with a low murmur, softly spoke the answer that matched his inner speculation.

"The Hero's Sword cannot be drawn by anyone—"

"That's naturally because its previous owner is still alive to this day."

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