After adapting for several years, Kyle accepted the fact that he had become a sword spirit.
However, in principle, he still wouldn't agree to anything detrimental to Lady Krul.
He's still so loyal, I'm literally crying.
Of course, what actually happened was decided by Luke; the contract between the two parties was inherently unequal.
Kyle didn't seem to realize this yet.
But normally, Luke wouldn't do anything harmful to Krul anyway, so he agreed to Kyle's request without hesitation.
Luke examined Kyle's new appearance.
Black hair, red eyes, and a face that was still pale.
He was several levels more handsome than before.
Appreciating beauty is human nature, and Luke was naturally no exception. Honestly, this look was quite easy on the eyes.
"But I still prefer how you looked with green hair. It's enough for me to be the handsome one; you're better suited as a comedian."
Luke spoke with a straight face.
Kyle rolled his eyes at him.
"Narcissist!"
Then he began to observe himself as well.
Luke asked again.
"Do you have a physical form?"
Kyle tried to touch an object, but his hand passed right through it. He shook his head.
"No."
Luke looked at Kyle's hand that had passed through, then at Kyle's feet, his brow furrowed.
"Then how are you standing on the ground?!"
Kyle was also stunned; he clearly hadn't noticed this point.
"It seems... I don't have the feeling of my feet touching the ground..."
Luke rubbed his chin, looking like he knew exactly what was going on.
"Try floating upwards?"
Kyle was perplexed.
"How do I try?"
Luke said as if it were obvious.
"Just, imagine it. In novels, when people become spirits, they rely on imagination. You can get the hang of it in a minute and master it in three."
Kyle was a bit speechless, but he closed his eyes and did as told.
After a while, nothing happened.
Luke's face was full of disappointment.
"Is this a world bug?"
Kyle didn't respond, still keeping his eyes closed.
"I think I've found the feeling I have inside the sword!"
After saying that, he opened his eyes, and his body actually floated up.
Luke was surprised at first, then his face filled with envy.
"That's so nice, I want to fly too. Speaking of which, aren't you Vampires bats? Why can't you fly?"
Kyle stopped showing off and hovered in the air, looking confused at Luke's question.
"Why would we Vampires be bats? Those are two different species!"
Luke realized his mistake.
"Okay, I had some stereotypes."
Then he didn't dwell on the topic.
"So, after the magic sword is complete, will you have a physical form?"
Kyle shook his head.
"I don't know."
Luke understood; he was quite empathetic.
"True, it is your first time being a sword spirit after all, an existence higher than the demons in cursed gear."
Hearing this was a bit painful for Kyle.
Being inexplicably forced into becoming a sword spirit—something he'd heard of for the first time—he felt truly helpless.
Kyle said sarcastically.
"You could summon my soul back from hundreds of kilometers away; I thought you were omnipotent. I really don't feel safe with you staying by Lady Krul's side."
Luke didn't take these words to heart at all.
"Actually, I really can be omnipotent."
Kyle rolled his eyes at Luke again.
Even a ghost wouldn't believe that.
Luke saw Kyle's expression clearly and felt amused.
If I activated heavenly dao mode, I could make you die and then resurrect you, then die infinitely and resurrect infinitely!
Unfortunately, modes cannot be switched once the Sub-world journey has begun.
Suddenly, Luke thought of a question.
Only he could see Miku and the light screen, so could this sword spirit processed by the Heavenly Dao Customer Service be seen?
"Hey, Kyle, cover your face and float out to drift around in front of the patrol team. See if they can see you. If they can, just phase through the wall and run."
Kyle felt puzzled.
"Can't you see me? Then other creatures should be the same."
Luke shook his head and glanced at Kyle with a look that seemed to say: What a naive youngster who hasn't seen the world!
"It's different. I'm the one contracted to you; others might not be the same as me."
Kyle really didn't like Luke's look—he felt looked down upon—but he agreed nonetheless.
Kyle passed through the wall and disappeared from Luke's room.
Luke lay down on the bed, intending to sleep for a while, but just as he got into bed, Kyle phased back in.
Luke was a bit surprised.
"So fast?!"
Kyle had a dark expression.
"I didn't even make it out of Lady Krul's palace before being blocked by an invisible barrier."
Luke suddenly realized.
"Oh, then you probably can't leave a certain distance from the magic sword."
Kyle understood.
"Then are we still testing?"
Luke spread his hands helplessly and shrugged.
"Then we can only skip the test for now. We'll wait for Her Highness Krul to return and have her test it."
Kyle thought for a moment and, deciding it wasn't harmful to Lady Krul, nodded in agreement.
Luke sat up from the bed and crossed his legs facing Kyle.
"So, are you staying out here or going back into the sword?"
Kyle said without thinking.
"I'll go back into the sword."
After saying that, he stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the magic sword, turning into black mist as he was retracted into the blade.
Luke couldn't help but clap in admiration.
Clap, clap, clap.
"I didn't expect you to be such a shut-in graduate student, so impatient. And that entrance and exit style is so cool!"
Luke began to imagine himself going out to battle after becoming a Vampire in the future. With such a high-class entrance animation, who knows how many enemies he could charm.
Thinking of this, Luke began to giggle involuntarily.
For a chuunibyou who loves daydreaming like this, you'd have to shout 'Armor Transformation' just to cure him.
After a long while, Luke ended his daydream. Looking at the magic sword missing its tip, the chuunibyou soul in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.
Luke sprang up with a kip-up, raised his right arm, held his palm as if grasping something, and shouted at the magic sword.
"Sword, come!"
The magic sword vibrated twice and flew toward Luke.
As soon as Luke grabbed the hilt, he put it away, then immediately covered himself with the quilt and squirmed distortedly on the bed.
From time to time, a creepy, perverted laugh came from his mouth.
"Hehehe..."
Kyle, sensing the situation outside from within the sword, got goosebumps all over, even though a sword spirit shouldn't have goosebumps.
At the thought of taking orders from such a person in the future, Kyle began to curse Ferid in his heart again.
Couldn't you have just given me a quick death back then!
After another while, Luke finally regained his composure.
Luke took a few deep breaths and said calmly.
"Don't be afraid, I only have an episode like this once every ten years on average."
These words were naturally meant for Kyle.
But Kyle naturally didn't believe it; in these few years, it definitely happened once a year.
Every time Luke had an episode, Kyle was the one who suffered.
Ferid would inevitably be "remembered" by Kyle once again.
"Achoo!"
"Strange, why would I sneeze?"
Ferid, who was practicing swordplay in the palace, rubbed his nose, somewhat confused.
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