I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

In other words…

“Darling, what do you think of the word ‘fate?’”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve come to really, really like that word.”

Yelena’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. Her heart was racing. She couldn’t stop smiling. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

He was hers from the beginning, this man. It wasn’t a coincidence; it was fate.

‘I want to kiss him.’

Yelena stared at her husband’s lips with determination, fingers twitching. She swore that if it hadn’t been for the voice of the Holy Sword, she would have grabbed her husband by the back of his neck and pulled him in.

[Should I be closing my eyes? But I don’t have eyes. Now what?]

“…”

[Ah, don’t worry about me and go ahead. As you know, I’m an inanimate object. And it’s not like I’m going to gossip about what I saw here anyway.]

“…Haa.”

Yelena sighed. The Holy Sword chose the perfect time to butt in and ruin the moment, bringing Yelena back to her senses.

No longer feeling lustful, Yelena opened her mouth calmly.

“I’ll explain what happened. I myself don’t know all the details, but… for now, I think I’ve awoken the Holy Sword’s power.”

“The Holy Sword’s power, you say?”

“Yes. And it seems the side effect of that was being unconscious for a week.”

Yelena studied the Holy Sword carefully. Once she had cooled off and returned to her senses, a question had come to her.

“But… nothing seems to have changed about the Holy Sword outwardly. Do you feel anything, Darling?”

“Not really…”

[Are you curious about what changed about me?]

The Holy Sword reacted, as if it couldn’t stay still at the mention of its name.

[If you want to know, try brandishing me.]

‘Here? Right now?’

[Try it if you’re curious.]

Yelena hesitated, and then said, “Kaywhin, could you try waving the Holy Sword in the air?”

“All right.”

Kaywhin nodded lightly and immediately brandished the Holy Sword across from Yelena.

And… nothing happened.

‘What the heck?’

[…Huh? That wasn’t supposed to happen.]

‘Yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t. Are you making fun of us?’

[No, really. This is impossible. That’s strange. This isn’t it. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen.]

The Holy Sword repeated the same thing over and over again, flustered. Its voice rang unpleasantly in Yelena’s head.

‘Be quiet…’

[Bring someone else besides this human to do it.]

‘What?’

[Hm? Give it a shot. Wahh, just try it.]

Yelena turned pale, unable to escape the Holy Sword’s whines echoing in her brain no matter how much she wanted to.

‘What…? Are you crazy?’

[I just want to show you how I’ve changed after being unsealed. Aren’t you curious? You are. Just bring one other person.]

It was true that Yelena was curious. She swallowed down a sigh.

‘One person and that’s it.’

“Madam! Are you okay?”

“We heard that you woke up…”

“We tried to stop by as soon as we heard the news, but Ben stopped us and told us not to go inside yet…”

[Wow! There are three people!]

The cheerful voice echoed in Yelena’s head.

For a moment, Yelena was at a loss for words as she stared at the three knights. She had only called for Thomas, but the other two came as well.

“Why are all three of you… Never mind, that isn’t important. I’m fine, so don’t worry about me. More importantly, who wants to wield this sword?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The sword?”

“Right here?”

“All you have to do is wave it in the air.”

The three knights exchanged glances. Then, Thomas, the one Yelena had summoned, stepped forward.

“I will do it.”

He carefully received the Holy Sword from Kaywhin and waved it in the air.

“Urgh!”

Clang!

“Sir Thomas?”

Yelena’s eyes widened like a rabbit’s. The moment Thomas lowered the Holy Sword, he fell to his knees, clutching his right arm. The Holy Sword fell from his hand and rolled on the ground.

“Thomas!”

“Oi!”

The voice echoed in Yelena’s head amidst all the chaos.

[Did you see that? You saw it, right? Now that my power has been unleashed, no one can brandish me. I’m not a sword that just anyone can use.]

Yelena looked at the Holy Sword in disbelief. She couldn’t find the words to describe the sword’s personality—no, swordality.

‘Are you crazy? You could’ve just told me that with words!’

[Why? Seeing it for yourself would obviously give you a better picture… Ah!]

Yelena stamped on the Holy Sword’s hilt.

[How dirty! Did you just step on me with your foot? Ah! How dare you step on me! Me, Terremore!]

It couldn’t feel pain since it was a sword, but it appeared to know that people’s feet were dirty. The sword expressed its disgust and made a fuss.