The threat I made to the cursed weapon seemed to be well received.
The disgusting black tentacles disappeared as quickly as possible, and the threats I made continued until I cast the magic of purifying fire.
Blaaaasstt...
Blaaaasstt...
With the overflow of holy fire and heat that only the cursed weapon could feel, I hear its funny voice.
"AAAHHH!! IT'S HOT! PLEASE STOP!"
"I GIVE UP AND STILL GET BURNT LIKE THIS!"
"ARE ALL SAINTESS HAVE SAME INSANE!"
The screams of the cursed weapon in pain after receiving the heat from the purifying fire echoed in all directions.
"I told you to get rid of your tentacles, didn't I?"
Bllaaasssttt...
With a calm attitude and not carried away by momentary emotions, I cast another holy magic in the form of a purifying fire to cleanse the tentacles that were still growing around the cursed weapon.
