Classless Awakening; My Dragon Is Legendary-Chapter 42: Nullspire
Derrick stared at the golden blade with stars in his eyes.
Magical weapons were just that, weapons crafted and imbued with magic, giving them distinct magical characteristics.
Just like magical potential, they were ranked using the same grade, going all the way up to grandmaster.
Most low grade magical weapons needed to draw upon the mana of their weilder, while higher grades had their own separate mana core.
The king broke the silence by swinging the sword and using it to make a slight dent in the palace walls.
Derrick’s eyes widened upon the realization what he had just seen broke every magical rule known to man.
The walls of the palace were fortified with every protection spell and rune imaginable. Besides that, they were made with materials so durable that it should have been impossible to cut through.
"This sword has been bestowed with several enchantments, but there are three which set it apart from the rest." The king started, waving the sword around gracefully.
"The first is its anti-magical properties. It allows the sword to cut through all forms of magic, and makes you immune to most." The king started.
Derrick’s eyes lit up on hearing that an anti-magical sword was unheard of, and its applications are limitless.
"Secondly, the sword is infused with another enchantment that boosts all physical characteristics, strength, speed, reflexes and many others." The king dropped another shocking revelation.
"Thirdly, this is one of the sharpest blades you can ever find, as you can see." The king pointed to the slight scratch in the palace wall that was already rapidly healing.
"I had this sword specifically made for you, just to solidify your chances of winning." The king stared at the sword for a full second, and brought it close to his lips.
"As the king and sole monarch of Dravania, I hereby bestow this sword with my blessing, and that of every force, spirit or sentience guarding Dravania." The king’s words cast a soft white light on the sword, making it glow calmly.
The king turned the sword to Derrick, a smile plastered across his face, defending his son was the most important thing to him.
"Thank you father." Derrick bowed to receive the blade.
As soon as his hand made contact with the blade, he could feel a small spark of electricity travel from its hilt to his entire body, as if the sword greeted him.
[Magical weapon detected.]
[Name: Nullspire.]
[Grade: Arcane.]
[Active skills: 3]
[Spells: 3.]
Derrick stared at the sword, a smirk weaved its way onto his face.
With this sword, he was more than confident about defeating Ivan. In fact, he felt like this blade would help him take down the dark emperor himself.
"Now, this sword is the best of the best, and one of a kind," the king explained.
"If you look at the hilt of the blade, you’ll see a mark." Derrick turned the blade over like the king said, and there the mark was.
It was a crest of some sorts with the image of what looked to be a metal bar being burned by the flames of a dragon.
Each time Derrick moved the sword, the crest animated, allowing the sparks to come to life.
Inside the fire, there was one last piece of the crest, a tiny marking that was written in a language unknown to Derrick.
"It was forged by a dying swordsman, this was his last work, and he was paid handsomely to take the secrets of this blade to the grave." The king’s words grew heavy, filled with what sounded like guilt at the end.
On one hand, he couldn’t let his son’s blade go public, or have people out there with a similar blade.
He spent a small kingdom’s tax on acquiring just the parts needed for the sword, and even more to ensure the swordsman passed away after.
He wasn’t proud of what he did, paying someone to take their own life just because they made a blade for him, but he knew it was necessary.
"Thank you father, I will not disappoint." Derrick bowed his head low, something he rarely did.
This was his utmost sign of respect and gratitude.
"Make sure this blade never sees defeat Derrick." The king never wanted the blade to be tainted by anything.
"It also has an enchantment that lets you summon it from anywhere." The king didn’t go through such risks just to have the sword get stolen or something.
While the two were still talking, a familiar figure materialized in the throne room, his posture screamed exhaustion.
Royal Knight was holding onto his blade like a cane, his armor tainted by the blood of the wicked, and his breath ragged.
The king and Derrick both turned to look at him, and were both equally stunned.
The mighty Royal Knight they all knew would never be this tired after any battle. They could only wonder what he encountered.
Royal Knight tried to take a step forward, but his legs grew weak, and his balance vanished.
Derrick covered the distance in the blink of an eye, he managed to catch Royal Knight before he could fall.
"What happened?" The king asked, unable to believe his friend was in this condition.
Royal Knight was unable to respond. How could he, when he had lost consciousness?
Derrick quickly tried to remove his helmet to allow proper ventilation, but his father stopped him.
"He would rather die than take this thing off." The king knew Royal Knight well.
Within seconds, people dressed in white robes holding what looked to be medical equipment trooped into the throne room.
Within seconds, Royal Knight had been wrapped in a protective ball of magic, and several spells were being chanted.
Derrick tried to intervene, but the king pulled him back. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Calm down, Derrick!" The king shouted, but Derrick couldn’t care less. He continued to struggle, struggling to touch Royal Knight.
"Calm down!" The king screamed once more, but the words flew over Derrick’s head. How could he calm down when he could no longer hear Royal Knight’s heartbeat?
