Chapter 209
A lavender glow enveloped Saxon’s greatsword, and a fragrance wafted through the air.
“……!”
Seeing this, Dale gasped in shock.
“How did you get that sword…!”
“Because I swore to grow stronger for you.”
Charlotte answered, and her sword swung.
Flowers bloomed along the blade’s edge.
Blossoms of the blade, Sword Blossoms.
Countless sword blossoms bloomed along the swinging greatsword’s blade, their petals surging toward Dale.
Blade petals holding fragments of a violet aura. How could one ever forget that sight?
The sword of the strongest knight of the Teutonic Order, slain long ago by a warrior from another realm—the Divine Sword Bader Orhart… The Plum Blossom Sword.
When the past Dale defeated him, the empire, fearing the emergence of one who might inherit that sword, burned all records of the Plum Blossom Sword. Yet Lord Badel, the Divine Sword, surely knew this truth.
The most noble knight in the world would not allow the sword he had pursued and built up throughout his life to simply vanish.
That is why that sword has come full circle, returning once more to this place.
To Charlotte Orhart, daughter of the Divine Sword.
“The Plum Blossom Sword…!”
The moment they saw it, the expressions of the remaining Seven Swordsmen, including the sword spirit Sephelia watching the duel, froze. They too couldn’t possibly be unaware of its meaning. No, in a sense, they were the ones who truly understood the sword’s true meaning.
