Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 91: Siren D32.2

Chapter 91: Siren D32.2

She felt that once she relaxed her grip, her strength would pour out like water from a pierced bag, completely drained away.

The Hero’s face turned red as she exerted a force she had never even used when fighting Goblins—mainly because Goblins didn’t politely wait for her to gather her strength—trying to pull this stubborn sword from the rock.

The Magic Power inside her surged, flowing through her slender arms.

Suddenly, scenes after scenes flashed through her mind.

[The history of the Lake Holy Sword is—]

1. From its establishment to present (Sword of Faith)♛

2. An even more distant and unknown past (Mystic Sword)

D2=d2(1)=1

"The second tenth second... twenty-one, twenty-two..."

The Thief clerk softly counted the seconds, making the atmosphere increasingly tense while a glimmer of expectation also rose in his eyes.

Pulling out the Holy Sword—this outcome he dared not to hope for, but perhaps, their town could welcome the first player blessed by the Holy Sword in many years?

[Third round]

[Holy Sword Recognition]

D72=d72(58)=58

[Hero’s Resistance (Second round +4)]

D58+4=d58(34)+4=38

[Resistance Failure, Hero’s Constitution -20=38]

"Is this, the past of this town?"

But without the luxury of Listening to the Guild clerk counting behind her, the Hero’s understanding of the images flashing in her mind widened her eyes.

It was long, long ago before this beautiful lake had ever seen a visit from Humankind.

There was only a rock, standing in the middle of the lake.

It had been submerged beneath the lake since ancient times, only on the mornings when the Twin Moons overlapped once a year, after the tide receded, could it bask in the sun and welcome the gentle breeze from the forest and the lake.

And during one of its surfaces, it discovered something new.

It was a human.

From the first traveler discovering this place, to the first family settling down here.

From living to procreating, from dying to rebirth.

From a settlement, to a village, then a small town...

Up to now, this bustling town, countless people.

With each tide rising and falling, each year’s reunion, it always discovered new things, witnessed new changes.

And its appearance, too, gradually changed with the erosion of the tide.

One day, a passing child noticed it.

The rock bathed in the morning Light, casting a huge Cross on the surface of the lake, in the glow almost as if something Holy.

The child watched this scene, eyes unblinking and full of fascination.

Until the tide came back in, the cold Water wetting his ankles, did he startle awake, turning to run off screaming.

At that time, it did not understand the words shouted by this tiny human child.

But now it understood.

"It’s the Holy Sword! I’ve found the Holy Sword!"

The child’s shout gradually faded away, accompanied by the sound of the waves, the shore scenes once again replaced by the unchanging view at the bottom of the lake.

"Not artificial—"

Snapping out of the illusion, the Hero inadvertently opened her mouth in shock, feeling a significant loss of Strength.

Even though she had forgotten to exert force and was merely holding onto the hilt, her heartbeat continued to speed up, her stomach, empty since before lunch, began to rumble as if ready to protest at any moment.

"Ugh!"

The Hero quickly clenched her teeth and gripped the hilt tightly, trying to continue.

[The third tenth second passes, the fourth tenth second]

[Holy Sword Recognition]

D72=d72(65)=65

[Hero’s Resistance]

D38=d38(8)=8

[Resistance Failure, Hero’s Constitution -57=-19]

[Hero’s Constitution drops to zero]

However, as the saying goes, initial vigor is easy, sustaining it is hard, and maintaining it three times is depleting.

Despite the Hero’s efforts to turn the tide, the Strength she lost during that first moment of distraction flowed away like a landslide, irretrievably lost no matter how much she tried to hold back.

The surging Magic Power was also drawn out with her Strength, and at the same time, the scenes that had momentarily stopped began flashing through her mind again.

It was originally just a protruding rock soaked in the lake.

In the distant past, a child discovered its existence after the morning tide receded.

"There’s a Holy Sword over there!"

But when he boasted loudly to his companions and eagerly brought adults back to the spot, the rock had again submerged under the tide.

The ’Holy Sword’ had disappeared.

Even diving into the Water, no one saw the ’Holy Sword.’

Yet even though it was just a child’s play, the legend began to spread.

Someone built a shrine by the lakeside and started making offerings to the ’Holy Sword’ occasionally.

The flow of the tide gradually changed.

The following year.

"It does look a bit like a sword, but this is actually a stone, isn’t it? Or has the sword corroded beyond recognition?"

Another year.

"It won’t budge—this must be the Holy Sword, indeed!"

Another year.

"I heard there’s a Holy Sword here, why not come and pay homage?"

Another year.

"The sword reveals Light, and the Arcane Surge has diminished recently, it must be the effect of our prayers!"

Another year.

"Holy Sword, please protect this town!"

People were grateful for Nature’s bounty, praying for continued peace, pouring their hearts into this faith.

As countless years passed, under the scouring of the tide and the longing, the rock no longer resembled a rock.

Just as the original legend stated, it became a Holy Sword.

Receiving the Strength of people, Purifying the Magic Element in the lake, causing Magic Creatures to no longer be violent, bringing a bountiful catch for fishermen.

The initial effect may have been negligible, but as it was passed down from generation to generation, the entire lake was Purified.