The silver greatsword that had cleaved through flames.
It was a scene still embedded firmly within my memory. No, not only mine. Countless people must have remembered it, especially those who had been staying at Heavenly Sword Mountain or the Academy.
The object had once been a symbol of despair and death.
After all, it had been the cherished weapon of ‘Wrath,’ one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Having obtained the Evil God’s authority, Celine had been a vengeful specter driven mad by revenge, as well as a pyromaniac who tried to burn the entire world.
Even a rough count placed the number sacrificed at the time in the hundreds.
If those harmed indirectly were included, the figure might have reached thousands or tens of thousands. Naturally, there was no possibility I could forget that blade.
But how?
There was a particular reason we had failed to retrieve the greatsword. Celine had squeezed out the last of her life to burn every dragon vein within the mountain, then lost consciousness. The weapon she had never once separated from her body should therefore have remained there as well.
At the…