Nonna’s face and tone then became serious as she pulled her underwear back up.
“I’ll believe what you said yesterday. For that, there’s a place I would like to visit”
Nonna put her hat down low and led me out.
She didn’t seem to have any lingering sentiments, but she still can’t let her presence her be known by the current Lord.
But her walking pace was sure, she puffed her chest in dignity, perfect for the daughter of a Count.
No more downcast eyes, no more hiding who she is.
Would there be any man who won’t fall for that figure?
We arrived at some ruins, from the size of the burned-down building, it seems to have been a large mansion.
“This was my house”
“I see”
“The main house is being used by the current Lord, but this private residence a bit away from the city center is where I grew up”
Nonna picked out the debris of the residence which had been left to rot without even being cleared up after it was burnt down, to show us something.
“I never thought I’d be coming back here ever again”
I tried to hug Nonna from behind but she deftly escaped.
“This way”
Nonna stood in front of a small building next to the burned-down house.
The building was made entirely out of stone so even though its surface was scorched it didn’t collapse.
“This is the treasure cellar”
There were stairs leading underground inside.
Each floor might have been once filled with all kinds of treasure, but they have been thoroughly plundered and only the stone shelves are left behind.
Nonna went down further underground.
At the lowest floor, there was a large, gorgeous strongbox in the middle, it would surely have contained the family heirloom.
Of course, it had been wrenched open and was empty.
Nonna went past the box as if it was of no use and put her hand on the inner wall.
“It’s here. There’s no key so please break it down”
I see, so the real heirloom is stored here.
At a glance, the inner wall is just a regular stone wall.
With an extravagant strongbox here anyone would be crazy to tear this up.
I held up the bardiche and hit the wall.
It was unexpectedly brittle, it collapsed in one blow.
Inside was gold and silver … not, but there was an ornamented metal box put inside.
It was old and didn’t look as beautiful as the strongbox but it had the weight of history behind it.
Nonna quietly opened it, showing a single sword inside.
It was 140 cm long, there were no gems on the hilt but it had beautiful carvings.
But what catches my eye the most was the silver shining blade, just like a gem.
“Beautiful….”
Celia was fascinated.
“This is the sword handed down from our first generation, the [Dual Crater]”
“The Dual Crater…”
It’s too big for a noble’s treasured sword and the name is dangerous, too.
“This is not a ceremonial sword. It was granted to the founder by the spirits, used to clear this land from monsters and barbarians”
But the bit about the spirits is almost a myth, she added.
“Then…”
Nonna picked the sword up and hugged it to her chest with the blade down.
Mine and Celia’s eyes widened.
The sword’s blade was by no means small.
A young girl picked up a 140 cm greatsword with slender hands.
There are more strange points.
It was too clean to be a sword used in real combat.
My bardiche was very solid but it was scratched so much you can say it’s tattered.
Much less an over-a-hundred-year-old sword without a single rust.
“This sword is said to be made of the indestructible metal Mithril. It’s light and harder than anything else. This Dual Crater is the last inheritance of the Elektra…”
Nonna stepped up to me hugging the sword.
“You said you will certainly take back the town someday, and you told me to even give up my soul”
She stepped even closer to me.
“If what you say is true then I’ll give you everything, this sword and also my soul”
I didn’t hesitate.
I stepped up to her and took the sword she was holding, then hugged her.
“If you become unable to fulfill your promise, I will cut you down and curse you all the way, okay?”
Whispered Nonna to my ear.