chapter:55 The Lady of the Sacred Sword - Is it wrong for a Godslayer to Have a harem goddesses

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And the next thing he knew, there was a sheathed blade attached to his hip where there hadn't been one before. Something wasn't right. He'd seen Godou's sword back in the Dungeon, and this was a completely different one. And that one had a male voice as well.

Slowly, Godou unsheathed the sword.

Finn had to dart his eyes away from the brilliance that erupted past the weapon's hilt. But even without looking, he knew it was no ordinary blade. As an adventurer, he knew swords could make a variety of sounds. But he didn't know they could sing.

It should've been impossible. The sound of metal grating against metal was supposed to be scratchy and sharp. But instead, warmth flooded his body as a soft humming chorus reached his ears. His chest puffed out as he remembered his past triumphs and victories, distant memories drawn out by the alluring song. What kind of sword could sooth the soul so much just by existing?

He forced himself to look at the blinding blade. Now fully drawn to its full length, it preened. This was a sword that brought light when there was none, rekindled hope when it was lost, steeled hearts when they wavered. This was a sword that stood at the forefront of an army, it's tip buried into the ground, exuding confidence and glory even against the darkest and most grotesque monsters. This was a sword made not to kill, but to save.

Honor. Valor. Loyalty.

This sword belonged to no God, no King, no Hero.

This sword belonged to a Knight.

He stared into its polished sheen. For a moment, he saw himself more clearly than he had ever before in any mirror. A short, blond Pallum that looked no older than a human child. But he wasn't alone. They stood behind him. Hundreds. Thousands. An entire race of them. When he passed them by on the streets, they always looked subdued. Dismayed. Afraid. But here, despite their lack of physical size, Pallums stood tall and proud.

They stood with him.

He had always dreamed of seeing this. And now for this first time, the image existed in front of his eyes, instead of being stuck in his mind. He thought he saw a smile, but the image vanished, and all he could see was the look of longing on his face. Bring it back, he wanted to say.

But then he remembered that he would be talking to a sword.

That's when Kusanagi Godou raised his arms and abruptly stabbed it into the floor.

Finn was about to release a shout; how dare the man treat such a beautiful weapon in such a manner. But the sound of splashing water shut his mouth as he witnessed metal dissolve into a puddle of water, that against all logic, remained a perfect, reflective circle on a carpeted floor.

And then it rippled.

It began to wobble, rising up and giving itself shape. As it slithered up into the air, transparent and fluid water hardened and filled up with color. Liquid turned into unblemished skin, quickly covered by a cloak that appeared from nowhere as the humanoid figure rose from the ground with a grace Finn thought impossible.

Fairy? Dryad? Mythical creatures he'd never seen before came to mind. Such was the sheer ludicrousness of the sight before him.

The newly-formed figure finally reached its full height, just mere centimeters shorter than Godou, a hood covering its face.

"And who are you?" Loki demanded, standing once again.

It was odd. It was rare to see Loki so uptight in front of strangers. Normally, she either teased them or welcomed them with open arms. Then again, this situation could hardly be considered normal.

Finally, the unknown person pulled down its hood.

Her hood.

Long blond hair cascaded past her pale skin and down onto her shoulders. Hardened, grey eyes drilled into his own, and Finn instinctively took a step back. A sharp nose was pointed upwards as the rosy pink lips beneath it pressed themselves into a thin line.

She looked beautiful even as she turned away to face Godou.

"So these are who you have chosen to sit at your Table this time round? They are a much more diverse group of replacements, at least."

But her voice rattled him. Hearing it alone had given him the urge sit straighter. Power leaked from her words, and Finn could have swore he felt the chair he was sitting in vibrate ever so slightly when she'd opened her mouth. If the earlier display hadn't been enough, hearing her talk confirmed his suspicions that this was no normal woman. Normal people did not shake the room when they spoke. Normal people could not command his attention just by talking.

"What are you talking about? Nobody's sitting anywhere," Godou said, as if everything going on around him was normal. "And nobody's replacing anybody."

Finn heard the girl make a thoughtful sound. And then she stalked up to him, and he leaned back from how close she was. He thought he was used to being up close to girls. Tiona and Tione did not understand the concept of 'personal space'. But this woman was so beautiful and otherworldly in appearance it was downright intimidating.

And that was before she sniffed him.

"This one reeks of a heavy burden and crushed dreams. One who desires a throne themself should never seek to serve another."

Finn flinched. That hit a little closer to home than he'd like to admit.

But the girl had moved on the Riveria, the Elf shying away as the still-unidentified girl stuck her nose towards her.

"Diligent. Firm. Kind." The girl smiled. "A fine Knight indeed."

Gareth was next.

"All I can smell is alcohol and heart," the girl said distastefully. "Every court will need its jester, though I suppose making everyone smile is a challenge of its own."

While Gareth didn't seem to look particularly offended, Finn felt his thumb twitch excitedly. Just who was this sword-turned-woman?

"This one." The girl stopped in front of Aiz. She grabbed one of Aiz's hands and studied it, before turning back to Godou. "I like this one."

Godou rolled his eyes, and Finn wished that the chef-slash-part-God would actually introduce his companion instead already.

"And Loki herself, goddess of Tricksters, right in the flesh."

And then Finn realized that he'd been so caught up with the unknown woman that he'd completely forgotten about Loki. The redhead was as tense as he'd ever seen her, her skin paling as her eyes widened as the visitor continued to walk towards her.

"You're...you're Divine," she uttered out. "Completely Divine."

"You seem surprised. Why is that?" The girl tilted her

head.

"Because that means you're a God," Loki said. "And I don't recognize you."