Adrian, the Grim

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"The Dark Witch Morgause has been causing terror all around the Kingdoms, killing or enslaving everyone she touches." The man begins, a peek in his mind telling me his name is Adrian, the Grim.

I did actually hear about a new Dark Witch rising up, with an army of Dark Mages at her back, but I hadn't heard anything about her killing anyone with a touch, or enslaving them. I just dismissed her as another Dark Lady who had delusions of grandeur, who will get defeated one day or another. 

They all get defeated, it's their destiny.

Besides, she never came here, in this town, to spread her terror.

Adrian then continues, "She came to our family to recruit us, with the only other option being our deaths. Our family is well known for our talents in Necromancy, and she either wanted to get us to her side, or destroy us. My Uncle, who leads our family, refused to bow to her. Our knowledge was already hidden away, somewhere only those of our family can enter. And she demanded to be taken there. My uncle.. he tried to attack her, but by then she had already touched him once. His eyes suddenly became black, and he turned his wand over to us." 

He chokes back some tears, the events probably not something he had gotten over, and says, "I saw my mother, father, cousins, and my brother all die at my uncle's hands, within a few moments, before he turned his wand over to me and my wife. I.. panicked, and summoned my sword. I.. killed him with it and went to attack the Dark Witch. But she just blasted me with her Dark Magic, as if I was a fly to swat. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was her holding my pregnant wife by her neck, her eyes now black, as they disappeared from there."

Adrian sniffs, and whispers, "I've been tracking them these last two months, just to make sure my Melissa is okay. But then I heard something, from the Witch's own mouth." He looks up with a lot of hope in his eyes, as he says, "She was telling her Army to stay away from this village, because this village had you, the Master of the Britannia Sanctum, one who had defeated her before. I.. I knew that if I wanted my Melissa back, wanted my child safely born, then I needed to come find you, the only person she's afraid of."

I sigh, as Adrian finishes his tale, running my hand over my face. I look outside the door, finally realising exactly why this town was not a victim of the Dark Witch's attacks. So, she's still afraid of me, afraid of what I can do. But.. How does she remember?

I turn back towards Adrian, and say, "Around 18 months ago, the witch you call Morgause tried to sneak into my Sanctum. She was looking for any books or Artefacts that might help her make deals with Demons, so that they could help her rule the world. I.. judged that she was just unhinged, and not a criminal. And I let her go, but I erased all of her memories of ever hearing about Sorcerers, Demons, or the Sanctums. So, the fact that she remembers, and is warning her Enslaved Army to stay away is troubling."

My eyes go towards the sword on his hip, the one he had stabbed into my wooden floor to beg for my help. This isn't the first time I'm glancing at it, and there's a reason. The sword is nothing I've ever seen before, made from a metal I know not. It's not Silver, Uru, Vibranium, or Steel. It looks, and smells similar to Steel, but it is definitely not it. And it just screams that its a highly Magical sword to my senses.

"What do you hope from me in this War, Mage Adrian? Because I think I'll tell you now, I am not leaving the Sanctum undefended." I say, turning back towards Adrian.

He startles a bit, at me knowing his name, but shakes his shock off and says, "I.. I need a weapon, something that can free all her Enslaved soldiers, including my wife, and something that can help me kill her. You're a Sorcerer, you people deal with Demons every month or so, my Father used to say. If anyone knows how to kill the Dark Witch, it is you."

I frown, and ask, "You speak as if she's immortal."

He nods, a bit fearful, and says, "I've seen her get stabbed through the heart, I've seen her get hit by multiple curses. I've seen her entire body burn with the hottest flames imaginable, and she still came out hale, not a scratch on her, and she defeated her enemies within moments. I.. I think it is that book she has, the one she always has in her hands whenever she fights."

I narrow my eyes, and immediately enter his mind to see it for myself. Sure enough, I see the same Witch I'd dealt with months ago get burned by the Cursed Flames, and get hit by something similar to the Soul Destruction Curse from Greece. And fuck me, she came out smiling, not a single hair damaged.

And there in her hands, was the book of the Damned. The fucking Darkhold.

I groan, slamming my head into my hands, not minding the spectator, and whisper, "Of course the fucking Darkhold found her. Shit just can't be easy, can it?"

"Excuse me.. Master Sorcerer?" Adrian asks, after half a minute of silence.

"My name is Atharva Joshi. You may just call me Sorcerer Joshi." I say, summoning a bottle of Firewhiskey and pouring one glass for myself. I offer it to him, but shrug and drink it myself when he refuses.

He then asks, "Do you know what that book is?"

I nod, and say, "I've encountered it before.. or another version of it at least. It is the Darkhold, a Repository of all Magical Knowledge created by the Elder God of Chaos, the Demon Chthon. It has solutions to all your problems, but every time you use the book, some of your soul is fed to the Demon. The Witch is lucky she hasn't turned into Chthon's slave yet."

Of course, the Soul sacrifice can be ignored, or fought, by competent Sorcerers, or strong enough Mages, but I'm not mentioning that. This Adrian might get tempted to use it then.

And even if this Morgause wasn't an especially strong Witch before, at least nothing on Tatiana, me, Dumbledore or Grindelwald's level, she is definitely up there now. And she must've learned how to prevent sacrificing her Soul to Chthon, from his own book.

Adrian gasps, his hand immediately going towards the sword at his hip, making me glance at it once more. Seriously, what is it about the Sword that's bothering me so much? It's not just the material, there's something else. I just can't put my finger on it.

"Tell me about the sword. You said you killed your uncle with it?" I say, gesturing towards the sword. 

Adrian nods and pulls the sword out of its scabbard. He places it on the table in front of us, and says, "Well, this sword belonged to my ancestor. The legend says that he was a part of the Einherjar.. the army of the King of Asgard, under King Bor. There was some sort of War, during which he fathered a child with a Midgardian woman, a Mage. He then went back to Asgard, but left his Sword with his lover, to grant it to his son when he got old enough. It has been passed down through our family since then. But.. I don't know how true those legends are, I haven't noticed anything extremely.. Aesir.. about the Sword. It is barely stronger than the normal Magical Swords. It is nothing special."

All the while, I stare at the sword, some things making sense. The sword was made out of Asgardian Steel, which is similar to Earthen steel, but different enough that it counted as a different metal altogether.. or alloy, more accurately.

I hum, and say, "Clearly that's not the case, Mage Adrian. If it wasn't for the sword taking the brunt of the Witch's attack, you would be dead. Morgause did not leave you there because she wanted you to suffer, she left because she believed you dead, having been certain of her victory over you."

That much was certain from his memories. She fired a smoke like wave of Magic, which kinda reminds me of the Magic that Wanda uses, except black in colour, and it hit Adrian point blank. The Sword, however, was right in front of him at the time, poised to attack Morgause. And this sword, this magnificent Asgardian Steel sword, absorbed most of the Magic that came from Morgause's attack, and only let enough through to knock Adrian out.

Morgause, believing him dead, and the threat over, took his wife, whom she had brought under her control, with her. Probably so the yet to be born child could open this man's Library later. 

It could be that Morgause managed to actually get in touch with Chthon, and made a deal with him. But.. if that was the case, she would have been a lot more dangerous, and unafraid of attacking any Sorcerer.

But, the Darkhold is a repository of knowledge, it might have a way for Morgause to absorb Chthon's Chaos Magic, or the Magic from any other Realm. Since Chaos Magic is bright Red in colour, or Scarlet to be accurate, and Morgause's Magic is black, I'm going to go with my hunch that Morgause has managed to learn to harness Darkforce.

Mind made, I stand up, and say, "Give me that Sword." Hesitantly, Adrian hands me the sword, and I start walking and say, "Come, I will show you to your rooms for the duration of your stay here. And I will show you the Kitchens, so you can make the food for yourself. My pantry is always fully stocked, so no need to worry about finishing my food."

"But.." Adrian begins, and hesitates.

I stop walking, and turn around. Softening my expression, I say, "Your wife is as safe as she can be, Adrian. With your enemy who believes you dead. If you try to attack her as is, you will die, and then your wife will follow soon after. Rest, study from my Library, and if you wish to, use my Training rooms. In the meanwhile, I will take your Sword, the sword of an Einherjar, and make it better. I will turn this into a Sword that can, and will kill Morgause, and all those like her. This, I promise."

Morgause is sort of my problem too. I created her, my deeds of erasing her memories probably prompted the Darkhold to seek her out. The Darkhold has enough Power to restore those memories, I know that. And so, by not killing a simple Witch who hadn't committed a crime yet, I doomed the Islands of Britannia to another Dark Lady.

And as penance, I will personally enhance the Einherjar sword. I will give Adrian the tools necessary to defeat Morgause with minimal casualties.

And I know exactly how I'm going to do it.

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Holding the Hilt of the Einherjar sword with my left hand, I place the blade on the anvil. Using a Magic Silver hammer, one I'd only created yesterday as a preparation for this reforging, I hammer at the blade, to get it loose from the Hilt.

I had to melt half of my Magic Silver ore to cast the hammer, and then spent a day carving Runes, and then casting Enchantments on it, to make it durable enough for my purposes. This was my first venture into Metalworking in this era, except for the Sling Ring debacle. 

As for the Forging station, I'd already commandeered a room within the Sanctum for this purpose. It barely took a day to set everything up, and I'd done it within a month of finding my Relic, hoping to reforge it. Well, I haven't done that yet, I need to master my Relic before I can make a decision on whether I actually need it reforged or not.

It takes a dozen hits, using the hammer with my Prati Kavach covered right hand, but the sword blade starts getting loose from the hilt. I just pick it up with the armoured hand, and toss the hilt away, temporarily. Snapping my fingers, I bring flames roaring to life within the furnace, spinning around to become hotter. 

As the orange red flames start blowing within the furnace, I place the sword in a long crucible, made out of stone, and Enchanted to not melt even if it is placed near the Chromosphere of the Sun. And then, I push the crucible inside, through the opening within the furnace.

The temperature within this furnace can go up to 3000 degrees Celsius, but.. obviously, it is not enough. Just like it wasn't enough to melt the Dark Uru, or even the original Light Sword. Placing my hand on the furnace, I focus within myself and call up my Animal spirit, the Kasha.

My hand turns white, as flames cover it, and the flames within the furnace follow right after. With a burst of my Magic, the flames within the furnace start getting hotter and hotter, crossing 5,000 degrees Celsius within a few seconds. As soon as the temperature hits 9,000 degrees Celsius, the Einherjar sword begins to melt. At 9500 degrees Celsius, the sword melts completely, and now turns into liquid Steel, now properly boiling.

Gently, I pull the long crucible out, and Telekinetically lift it to pour the melted Asgardian Steel in another, normal crucible, and place it inside the furnace once again. I let the fire keep the temperature of 9500 Celsius for a few minutes, and then, open the top, so that the bubbling liquid metal is now visible to me from above. 

I channel Light Dimension's Energy in my right hand, through the Prati Kavach, and take some of the Powder I had prepared in it. "Mother Magic, let this work." I whisper, and slowly let the powder fall into the crucible. A single spell is cast at the crucible to stir the mixture, until the powder mixes completely. Taking another handful, I pour some more powder while stirring it, until all the powder I had is used up.

This was the powdered form of a crushed Dragon fang, one I'd taken from one of the dark brown dragons I'd found dead. This will allow the enchantments, mortal enchantments, to stick to the sword better, instead of the Asgardian enchantments once again taking over.

The liquid metal starts becoming a little bit solid, thanks to the mixture of powdered dragon fang, as the colour slowly shifts from the silver steel, to a yellowish colour of the dragon fang.

Focusing on the flames, I use my Kasha Magic to make the flames even hotter, until the metal starts bubbling again, now at 11,000 degrees Celsius. Gods, this is hot. Thank God for the spells protecting me, or I would have been toast.

Taking a pair of tongs, I lift the crucible up, bringing it towards a stone table I had permanently transfigured to be my working table. And then, I slowly pour the melted Asgardian Steel, with a single dragon fang mixed inside it.

The cast is in the shape of a cuboid, 2.5 centimetres thick, 5.8 centimetres wide, and 140 centimetres long. These were the dimensions of the original Einherjar sword at its thickest, and widest. The length of the cast was just a bit shorter than the original length of the blade, which was exactly 154 centimetres long. Thanks to the cast being shorter than the actual blade, there's a little bit of liquid metal remaining within the crucible, but I'm going to need it later.

I place the Crucible back within the furnace, keeping the flames at 11,000 Celcius with a Stability Rune, and go back to the Blade.

As the blade starts settling down, I channel Magic from the Light Dimension once again, causing my hands to glow in a yellow light. Prati Kavach retreats back to my chest, since I don't need it right now, and I shoot a single beam of magic towards the sword.

I stop doing it after exactly seven seconds, and cast another spell to cool the sword. When the blade is just red hot, but now solid, I pick a jar from the side table, and tilt it, letting the Unicorn Horn dust fall directly on the blade, and use my Prati Kavach covered hand to spread it all over the blade.

This Unicorn horn dust will ensure that the Light Dimension's Energy actually sticks, the connection sticks. The Unicorn, the purest of the Pure creatures, a willingly given horn will make this sword into the Purest Sword in the world, once it connects to the Light Dimension.

It takes a minute, even with my spell, for the Sword to completely cool down, and then, I pick it up and take it to the Anvil once again. This time, using the magically enchanted cutter, I cut the sword into seven pieces, each one of an equal length of exactly 20 centimetres each.

Stacking the seven pieces of yellowed Asgardian Steel, mixed with a single dragon fang and tempered with a layer of Unicorn horn dust, on top of one another, I point my finger at them. My hand turns into white flames once again, as a thin, intense beam of white fire emits out of my finger and slams into the stacked metal.

Bit by bit, the edges of the 7 pieces melt, and merge together. Done welding them together, I use my Telekinesis to float them back towards the furnace.

When Goblins create weapons, they don't do this. They use a cast like I did, but then they just infuse it with their Magic while bringing it into shape with hammers. Enchantments come after the Metal and Magic have settled down together.

Humans, or those Humans that use Magic while Metal Working, cannot normally infuse their Metal with Magic, since they don't know how. They just cast spells, use Runes, to Enchant their weapons. Sometimes other stuff like blood might be used, either their own, or someone else's.

Dwarves.. well, I have no idea how they craft weapons. At least, not the mortal Dwarves. In my time, they've long since abandoned working with metals, content with letting the Goblins have a monopoly there. They're astonishing at construction, however, or sniffing out gemstones and mines.

The Space Dwarves, the one from Nidavellir, I haven't seen much. But if my memories about the movies are to be believed, and they haven't steered me wrong yet, then the Dwarves are.. incredibly talented. If Eitri can use a fucking cast to smith an entire fucking axe, already sharpened, already tempered, and already Enchanted, then they're literally better than most Gods of Smithing.

Me? I'm a mixture of Goblin and Human, at least when it comes to making weapons. My Forge, back in my own time, is filled with Swords, knives, and yes, the giant spoon, that were made using Human techniques on Magic Silver. My swords, Durmagol and Galadmagol, meanwhile, were created completely using Goblin methods.

Infuse Magic when the cast is filled with melted metal, infuse Magic when hammering, and then once the sword is completely sharpened thanks to the Magic infused Hammer strikes, cast your Enchantments.

This Sword, however, I'm hoping to do something.. better. I'm going to craft this sword using the Damascus Method, while also keeping up with the Goblin method of Magic infusion, although the Magic belongs to the Light Dimension.

Shifting the Prati Kavach to my left hand, I channel Light Dimension's Magic through it, and stab an extended nail into the centre of the metal block. 

Thank God my nails are still usable even through the Prati Kavach. The Armour just extends along with my nails. The temperature doesn't bother me either, since the Prati Kavach was actually resistant to temperature.

I then pick the block of metal, now completely hot, and place it on top of the anvil. Picking the hammer back up, now in my naked arm, I start hammering, to lengthen the metal back into a five feet long blade.

All the while, my left hand connected to the block with an extended finger keeps feeding the Light Dimension's Magic into it. A Damascus sword made using the Goblin method of Magic infusion. This.. is going to be awesome!

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Adrian had spent the last 5 days in the Britannia Sanctum, the home of the Sorcerer that named himself Atharva Joshi. He hailed from an unknown land, but he was entrusted with guarding th e Sanctum still, by the elusive Sorcerer Supreme.

Sorcerers, Adrian didn't know much about them, except for the tales his father had told him. They're people who learn to harness Magic not only from the Planet, like Mages do, but from everywhere else too. Outer Realms, they called them. And most of them were originally completely mundane, with no Magic in their blood!

Anyone could learn Sorcery, unlike Wizardry, which you have to be born with.

Many of these Sorcerers even took their Magic from demons, or Demonic Realms, and this was causing Adrian to be a bit wary of this Atharva.

But, Sorcerer Atharva also defeated Morgause once, even if it was a long time ago. And he had promised him a weapon that would defeat her once again. Adrian knew that Atharva won't be coming to help him in the battle, and that he will have to do it all on his own.

But, this help was also appreciated. And Adrian wanted to kill Morgause by his own hands anyway. She threatened his wife, and every second that she's with Morgause is a second more that his wife and child are in danger.

Adrian spends the days in the Sanctum's library, as offered by the Master of the Sanctum, while using the Training Room frequently too. There were, surprisingly enough, a lot of Magecraft books, which made him wonder if Sorcerer Atharva was once a Mage too.

He read them, if only to understand what sort of Man Atharva is, and he could say after five days, that he still didn't know.

As Adrian reads a book on the Darkhold, the book that supposedly gave Morgause her powers, he hears the Library door open and sees an exhausted Sorcerer Atharva enter the room, with a wooden box floating behind him.

The box was around 20 hands long, and 3 hands wide and thick, bigger than what Adrian had expected his sword to be in. But, it was possible that the new sword was bigger, although he hoped it wasn't the case.

Atharva drops the box on the table, which doesn't even move a little, and sits down on a chair in front of Adrian. Sighing in content, Atharva opens the box, and flips the cover completely to show it to him.

Adrian stares, mesmerised by the beautiful sword in front of him. It looked completely different from the Einherjar Sword of his ancestor, by shape, size, or colour. 

".. that's not my sword." Adrian mumbles, looking conflicted.

Where the blade was originally the silver colour of the steel, it now looked pure white, with a soft silver shine to it when looked at from an angle. Where the handle was once black, it was now golden. Where the sword was originally a straight sword, around fifteen hands long, now it was a curved sword, although the length did look to be around fifteen hands.

The curvature did not look like anything familiar, and he doubted he would be able to learn to use it fast enough.

It did look gorgeous, but it didn't seem as if it was his ancestor's sword, the sword belonging to an Einherjar. Was his sword taken just to be stolen? And was the Sorcerer trying to push this different sword on him? Even if it was beautiful.

He glances up, and sees the Sorcerer just scowling, as he says, "I am insulted that you think I would steal your sword. I have hundreds of Relics right here that can completely destroy your ancestor's sword within a second."

Adrian blinks, and looks at the sword once again. No, it still didn't look the same to him. He looks up at Atharva, but before he can even say anything, Atharva raises his hand, and takes a few breaths to calm himself.

He then says, "I melted your sword, which wasn't an easy task I'll tell you, and mixed a single crushed fang of a Dragon, to make it receptive to our Mortal Magic, mortal Enchantments. Then, I folded the metal within itself, repeatedly, and mixed a little bit of crushed Unicorn Horn dust with every fold. 7 folds later, the blade now sported a colour similar to what you're seeing in front of you. The shape was a surprise, since I allowed the Sword and the Light Realm's Magic to guide me there, but let me assure you, this is the same sword, although reforged. The hilt was just dipped in some gold I had lying around, to give it a good look."

Adrian keeps staring at the sword, now realising that he just insulted his host, as well as the person who was helping him defeat Morgause. He says, "I apologise for my disrespect, Master Joshi. I.. I was a fool."

Atharva nods, and says, "Before you try to pick it up, I want you to do something." When Adrian nods, he conjures a knife into the air, and says, "Take this knife, cut into your left palm, and bleed a few drops on the Sword's blade. The Blade will let you know when it's enough."

Although hesitant, Adrian wants to redeem himself in the eyes of the Sorcerer. And so, he follows the order. For the first few drops of blood falling on the blade, nothing happens, but then.. the sword flashes in a white glow that temporarily blinds him.

When sight returns to him, Adrian sees the sword sitting innocently, still in the box, and Atharva sitting with a look of pride and satisfaction on his face. Atharva says, "Now, you may pick it up."

His left hand still bleeding, Adrian puts his right hand on the Sword's handle, and lifts the sword up. Immediately, he feels the wound on his left hand start closing, as he feels the magic of the sword enter his body.

Something yells at him to duck, and he does so, letting a knife go flying over his head and slam into the wall. He looks up, feeling betrayed at the attack, but stops, seeing Atharva just smiling in satisfaction.

Atharva says, "This.. is my Masterpiece, my greatest Work yet. I call it the Ljosverd, to honour your Aesir ancestor. It is connected to an Outer Realm, called the Light Realm, and it will stay connected even if the Sword is destroyed. This.. this will help you defeat Morgause and her army, thanks to its Magical gifts."

"What are they?" Adrian asks, whispering, as he stares in astonishment towards the sword in his hand. Despite being curved, it didn't feel out of balance. It was perfectly balanced, and he could feel no discomfort from holding it up. In some ways, it felt even better than his old sword.

"For starters, it will heal you from all manner of Dark Magic except for those that kill instantly. Demonic, Divine, Mortal, Outer, it doesn't matter. If the Magic afflicting you is Dark in nature, your body will start healing as soon as you touch the sword. It will also keep purifying your Magic, body, and your Soul, continuously." Adrian hears the Sorcerer say, and already feels hope rising.

But the Sorcerer doesn't stop there, and continues speaking. He says, "As long as you hold that Sword, you won't be corrupted by any Demonic entity, and neither would you succumb to Dark Magic. Also, the blood you bled on it has bound it to your bloodline. If any of your descendants find themselves facing something Demonic, or Evil, the sword will appear to them, but only if they themselves haven't already succumbed to the Dark side. Any spells that hit the blade will be absorbed into the Light Realm, and fed back to you in the form of Magic, or healing, whichever you need most."

As if this wasn't enough, the man says, "And finally, the sword gives you a boost to your instincts, as you just felt. You will be warned of sneak attacks, and your body prompted to move in a certain direction to avoid it. But, I'm afraid you're going to have to train with it yourself. I can give you a guide to it if you want."

Tearful, at finally having a hope of getting his Melissa back, Adrian drops down on his knees, crying as he bows to the Sorcerer Atharva. He says, "You.. you've given me something I can never repay, Master Joshi. You've given me a chance to get my wife back, to ensure her safety. I.. I would, however, appreciate the guide for fighting still. You've already done a lot, and I am ashamed to ask for more, but I am desperate, and so.."

Atharva smiles, although it isn't unkind, and says, "Morgause is my problem too, Mage Adrian. If I had killed her when she appeared to steal from me, then your wife wouldn't have been in danger in the first place. This is the least I can do to pay for my errors. Get up, please. There's more before I can give you the fighting guide."

"There's more?" Adrian whispers, astonished at his own good luck.

Nodding, Atharva brings something out from the wooden box, something Adrian hadn't even noticed before. It was a small spherical metal orb, around the size of his fist. It was white, the same shade as that of his sword, making him realise that it was a part of his ancestor's sword once.

Atharva hands it to him, along with a piece of Parchment, and says, "When you get ready to fight Morgause and her army, when you're there in front of them, I want you to say the words written on that Parchment. Read them, remember the words, but don't say it out loud at all, because you only have one chance at this. And then, throw this orb in the air. It will take care of knocking out all those people under Morgause's control, allowing you to fight her one on one."

As Adrian opens and reads the phrase written on the parchment, he wonders, 'What the hell does Hakuna Matata mean?'

Smiling, Atharva then says, "As for the training guide for the sword, well.. brace yourself."

And then, Adrian feels something slam into his mind as memories of fighting with a sword start flashing in front of his eyes. Eyes wide, he stares at them, realising that those are memories of Sorcerer Atharva training with a similar weapon, memories now ingrained in his own mind.

Before he can say anything, however, his eyes close, and he becomes unconscious.

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Adrian wakes a few hours after he's been knocked out by my foreign memories, during which I fed him a Memory Transference Potion to speed up the time for him to learn the basics of Sword fighting. And then, after eating some food, he leaves. 

As soon as he walks out the doors of the Sanctum, leaving for good, I feel someone else enter, and smile. Turning towards the Portal Hallway, I say, "You saw that?"

Master Ayesha, because who else would it be, frowns as she stops in front of me, and says, "That is a dangerous weapon you've created Master Atharva, too dangerous to be left in the hands of a simple Mage."

I wave my hand, not minding the casual looking down on mages, and say, "You worry too much, Master Ayesha. This man will win against the Dark Witch Morgause, he will save his wife, and he will have at least one child with her."

"And how can you say this for sure?" Master Ayesha asks, to which I just smile wide, summoning my two swords in my hands.

Handing both to her, I say, "Because he is my ancestor, Master Ayesha. I am a descendant of the Mage known as Adrian, the Grim."

The Ljosverd, the Light Sword. It came to me when I needed it, when I was fighting Hiiragi Kurosawa, the Kuronin. He had been enhanced by the Magic of the Dark Elf Arankit, and that classified as me struggling against a Dark Entity.

The Light Sword, a sword connected to the Light Dimension, that I foolishly broke down and divided into two swords. Well, at least I have another project to add to my list.

"Well.. now I understand why your connection to the Light Realm came to be. A Time Loop needed to be fulfilled." Master Ayesha muses, handing the swords back to me.

I nod, and just smile. Time Travel, such a wonderful phenomenon when it causes a loop. The Dimension powered the sword that I later bonded to. And then, I connected to the Dimension after becoming a proper Sorcerer.

Hakuna Matata indeed, I have no worries about Adrian's survival. I know he will succeed.

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A/N: If you guys reread the chapter with the Kuronin fight, and the ones where I described the origin of the Light Sword, you'll notice that there are some things different. There's an actual reason for that.

History is written by exaggerating facts. And thus, facts are changed when more time passes.

Woman became Man, Witch became Sword wielding Wizard, etc. 

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, because I sure loved it. Thank you for your support! 

Tata!