Volume 7, Chapter 59 – The Inconceivable Angel

Treating what she had just said as a mistake, Laxy tried her best to answer without a change in her expression.

“If you can do it, my lord, I would very much like to see such a scene. However, rather than fantasizing, it is more practical to work hard and improve oneself. Only by going through hardships can one earn the right to challenge the Demon Lords.”

Switching her wooden training sword for the red and white rapier, Laxy, standing face-to-face with Yisi, infused the blade with magic power. The reason for the switch was that the magic circulation efficiency of a wooden sword was extremely poor, making it nearly impossible to use a magic blade.

“The principle of releasing a magic blade from the body is very simple. First, we need to attach the magic blade to the weapon. But unlike the usual application, our goal is to eventually have the blade leave the weapon and become a long-range attack. So, when using the magic blade, we cannot let the magic power fill the entire weapon. Instead, we only maintain a single thread of magic power to communicate with the blade. When we want to send it flying, we then sever that thread of connection. Of course, if we don’t give the blade momentum before severing the connection, it will just fall to the ground. The whole process is like throwing a chain ball. That thread of magic is the chain, and the magic blade is the iron ball at the end.”

To let Yisi digest the information, Laxy paused for a moment before continuing her explanation.

“Although it sounds simple, there are many insurmountable challenges in practice. The first is how to form the magic blade. The vast majority of people can’t even fill their entire weapon with magic power, let alone form a magic blade.

Secondly, even if you can form a magic blade on your weapon, it is very difficult to maintain just a single thread of magic connection. The prerequisite for a magic blade’s existence is a sufficient concentration of refined magic power in a specific area. And communicating with just a single thread of magic usually results in one of two outcomes: either the connection is too weak, causing the magic to dissipate on its own, or the connection is too stable, making it impossible to detach from the weapon when we want it to. The vast majority of angels fail at this step. It requires the user to have complete control over every single thread of magic in their body, and it also requires them to spend a great deal of time finding the pattern—huh? What?”

Halfway through her sentence, Laxy’s eyes widened, and she froze on the spot.

Yisi had not only condensed a blue magic blade on her wooden sword, but she had also followed Laxy’s explanation step-by-step and swung the magic blade out in one go.

Although the thrown blade was very small and only left a shallow scratch on the floor, Laxy was certain that what Yisi had just thrown was a magic blade.

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How is this possible?

A large part of the reason Laxy had become an angel of guidance was her strong learning ability. But even so, it had taken her six years to learn the technique of throwing a magic blade. Not to mention, Yisi was now condensing a magic blade on a wooden sword. Even the current Laxy could not do the same. It was nearly impossible to condense a magic blade on a wooden sword; this was the consensus of almost all warriors on the continent.

To make an analogy of the difficulty, it was like trying to pour water into a shot put. It would only be possible if a miracle occurred.

Leaving that aside, the most crucial point was that Yisi had succeeded on her very first try, and she had done it while listening to the explanation. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Laxy would have never believed it was true. She could even imagine that if she told her colleagues, the other guidance angels, what she had just seen, they would surely laugh at her for reading too many storybooks and hallucinating, and advise her to go to a First-Rank Angel to see if there was something wrong with her body.

“Laxy, was it like that?”

“Uh… my lord, you didn’t use any magic just now, did you? No, although this is very rude, you must have secretly used some magic, right? Please, you must do it one more time. I will supervise you carefully this time…”

Before Laxy could finish, Yisi once again used the technique to release the magic blade from her weapon. And unlike before, this time the blade was quite distinct. On her first attempt, Yisi had used only a very small amount of magic power, considering that if she lost control, she might destroy the temple.

The flying blue magic blade embedded itself in the training ground, leaving a trench one finger deep in the floor.

This time, Laxy couldn’t help but spread her wings to their fullest extent, her serious face filled with disbelief.

If Laxy had a pen and paper on hand, she would have surely written this sentence in her diary.

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Oh! Heavens! My dear Lady Trino, am I seeing things?

But the facts were the facts. If Yisi’s first success could be dismissed as cheating, Laxy could now swear on her own power core that Yisi had not used any tricks.

How did she do it? Why did she succeed on the first try?

A coincidence? Did Yisi accidentally stumble upon the threshold for using a thrown magic blade, and that’s why she succeeded?

Laxy couldn’t help but bite her thumb.

It’s very possible.

If it’s a coincidence, one often can’t do it a second time. To use it proficiently, one must proactively figure out the pattern.

Laxy couldn’t help but have Yisi try a few more times.

The result was, without exception, a success every time. On the last try, Yisi even started doing tricks, making the successively thrown blades form a blooming rose in the air. What nearly made Laxy break down was that Yisi had even asked with an expectant look if it was pretty.

Pretty, of course it’s pretty. But is that still a magic blade? Or rather, is there really such a foolish person in the world? Condensing a magic blade is a very magic-consuming practice. Only a fool would waste magic power on such meaningless things.

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This savior she was serving was too improper.

What annoyed Laxy was that she couldn’t find any fault with it. If the other guidance angels saw what Yisi had just done, they would surely try to snatch her away. Laxy could even imagine her colleagues shamelessly begging her. For the guidance angels, the excellence of their students was their own excellence. It was a matter of face. Every outstanding student they trained would bring them glory for a long time. It was like children comparing whose toy was better. Although there was no hierarchy among the guidance angels, those with many students had an air of superiority over those with fewer.

If I were to bring Yisi to the Kingdom of God, I would surely be awarded the medal of honor by Lady Trino that I used to dream of.

Laxy could even see the flowers and ribbons falling on her head.

“Hmm… the wooden sword doesn’t feel very good to use. It would probably be easier to form a magic blade if I used Gungnir.”

“Huh?!”

A cry of anguish escaped Laxy’s throat.

Does this girl know what she’s saying? Does she not understand how incredible it is to cast a magic blade with a wooden sword?

Laxy even had the urge to go up and punch Yisi. Of course, leaving aside Yisi’s status as her lord, if that one punch were to make Yisi run off to another guidance angel—if there were any left in this era—she would suffer a huge loss. Laxy could only patiently explain with a pleasant expression.

“It’s not recommended to use a wooden sword to cast a magic blade~”

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“W-wait, Laxy, your tone is strange. It’s making me a little uncomfortable.”

Yisi couldn’t help but take half a step back. The way Laxy was looking at her now was as hungry as a predator looking at a rabbit.

“Not at all~ Would you like to do some other training next, my lord? I promise to teach you hand-in-hand~”

Did I trigger some kind of switch in this angel?

Feeling the ever-increasing pressure, Yisi quickly brought the conversation back on track. She had a feeling that if she were a child like Mary, Laxy wouldn’t just be smiling at her with her hands clasped by her cheek, but would have picked her up directly.

“L-let’s train! One-on-one combat!”

“Yes~”

Although she had done this to cheer up the worried Laxy, the effect seemed a little too good.

Swallowing, Yisi got into a stance.