Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery could not believe the sight that was presented before him at the moment; the inside of the room that King Fjolnir showed to him. His eyes moved around rapidly as his gaze flew back and forth throughout one’s end of the room to another, slack jawed by the extravagance that existed in front of him.

He approached one of the walls that were covered by myriad kinds of weapons, where one sword in particular attracted his attention. Turning his head around, Emery asked King Fjolnir if he could get a feel of the weapon.

The man showed a calm smile and gestured with his hand, allowing him to do so.

Receiving the approval, Emery swiftly got into action. The blade was definitely an artifact from out of this world, and thus, he acted careful despite his haste.

As soon as he touched it, the symbol on his palm immediately lit up and showed a notification to him.

[Crescent Sword - Tier 1]

[90 centimeters long, 13 centimeters wide, weighs 12..5 kilograms]

Emery’s hand also reached for the armor hanging beside the sword, checking its attribute.

[Brukish Plate - Heavy armor - Tier 1]

[A set of body armor, weight: 33.5 kilograms]

These equipment were tier one weapons and armor that used a material similar to the one he received from the dwarf elder in Magus Academy. Even though they were only tier one, it was unquestionably a better quality than the level of weapon and armor Earthlings currently had.

Klea was also surprised by the revelation, deciding to check a few of the equipment hanging on the wall herself to be sure. Meanwhile, Emery turned to Fjolnir again and asked with a curious tone, 

”Elder... What are all these items doing here? Where did they come from?”

He expected the other party to answer, but it was Klea who answered his question.

”The tomb and the weapons… These are the weapons of the old Vanir warriors, aren’t they, Elder?”

Fjolnir was seen nodding his head in satisfaction, acknowledging Klea’s answer. 

”That’s right! As expected from a smart girl like you. Right, come and follow me. There is still more to see.”

The elder was beaming with a proud smile as he showcased the room, which actually looked more like a tunnel. Numerous gasps of surprise came out from their mouths, as Emery and Klea walked through the seemingly endless room filled with rows and stacks of weapons and armor.

”There must be at least hundreds of them that we’ve seen, and there’s still more of them.” muttered Emery in a low voice, which didn’t escape Fjolnir’s ears who walked at the front.

The man laughed boisterously and said, ”They are a little bit more than that.”

Looking at the expression the elder had in his face, Emery couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the other party meant by a little bit more. As the sight of the end of the room was nowhere to be seen, he started to believe there were actually more than a thousand of these weapons around, which was mind-boggling.

Eventually, they arrived before another door which sent them into the next room, only to be welcomed by a slightly more neat collection of weapons. There, a few dozen weapons and armors were stored properly.

With a glance, Emery could tell this group of equipment had a completely different quality than the previous lot. To be sure of his guess, he proceeded to touch one of them, using the symbol to check its stats. Once again, the two were surprised by their findings.

[Round Shield]

[Shield - Tier 2]

[One-handed shield, weighs 12 kilograms]

[Special effect - Extra resistance]

[Light Armor - Tier 2]

[A set of body armor, weighs 13.5 kilograms]

[Set item - Flame resistance]

This time, they were all tier 2 artifacts and there were even a few dozen of them here.

Emery’s thoughts suddenly recalled about the meeting he had with the king before, about how that one report stated on the kingdom being invaded by Rome. He was sure that if the king allowed them to take a few of these items, things might turn very different for them.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t linger longer on this train of thought, as Fjolnir beckoned him and Klea to keep going. The group continued on their walk, Emery could see a few more weapons and armor that he suspected were tier 2 as well.

When he thought they had finally reached the end of the tour, King Fjolnir actually still brought him to another room. This time, the old man who followed them till this point was not allowed to do so anymore.

Fjolnir touched the gate-like door, just like before, an intricate symbol appeared on its surface and glowed brightly before the door opened itself. Without further ado, they entered the room that should have been the last.

This time, instead of rows of weapons and rows lining up at the sides of the room, six human-like statues were seen around in the room. 

Each of them were made out of ordinary polished stone, but what was amazing was the fact that one set of artifacts was placed in front of these statues.

They were put properly on top of an exquisitely carved slab, as if they were the most treasured object in the world.

One statue had a dagger and a horn placed in front of it.

[Horn of Warcry]

[Instrument - Tier 3]

[Diameter 60 centimeters, weighs 4 kilograms]

[Special skill - Warcry: Increases the war strength of all troops. The area of effect and the affected number will depend on the power of the wielder.].

Another set of artifacts placed before the statue had a sword colored entirely in black, but gleaming under the light emitted from above it.

[Sword of Blood - Tier 3]

[90 centimeters long, 13 centimeters wide, weighs 12.5 kilograms]

[Special skill - Devour: Increase the sword sharpness and resistance the more blood it devours]

Seeing that Emery was trying to test the Sword of Blood’s skill himself, Fjolnir immediately stopped him from digging his very own hole.

”Watch out! Stop! Don’t you touch that! It’s very sharp and we will have a hard time when it tastes blood and wants more of it.”

An admiring glint was seen in his eyes, as he couldn’t stop appreciating these artifacts before him, especially those that were into the sword category. 

In this room, there were actually a few swords displayed, other than the Sword of Blood he just put down, two of the others were placed in front of a female and male statue situated next to each other.

Noticing where Emery was looking, Fjolnir smiled, ”Those two swords belong to my real parents, the leader of the Vanir. They have no special ability in them, but they were made of Valerian steel.” The smile on his face became gentle, as he remembered the images of his parents. 

”They’re very strong, I guarantee that.”

For Emery, who was raised as a knight since childhood and been practicing swordsmanship for a while, he really looked amicably toward the two swords, like they were the most beautiful things in the world. He really wished to try those two swords compared to the Reunite Sword made by Master Xion.

In all honesty, the fact that all these precious artifacts became only a mere display in a deep, hidden, secluded tomb really pained his heart. He really wanted to ask for them, but remembering how these special artifacts were once the hero of the other party’s people made him hesitate to do so. 

But apparently, the same couldn’t be said for Klea.

”Elder, why don’t you give me one to keep?” She asked with a smile. Pointing her dainty finger at the unassuming-looking spear leaning against one of the statues, she added. ”That is a lightning spear, right? I have been learning some fighting techniques using polearm, so that will be the perfect weapon for me!”

The elder laughed loudly, as he followed where Klea’s finger was pointing at. He looked at her and said, ”That’s one of the 10 little Gungnir spears given by the Allfather god, Odin, himself. Are you sure you want it?”

An elated expression appeared on Klea’s face. ”Yes! Elder, please give it to me!”

At her enthusiastic reply, Fjolnir seemed to be hesitating for a while before saying, ”Hmm... Alright, you can have it. I didn’t really like the previous owner, anyway.”

”Yey! Thank you so much, Elder!” Klea said as she cheered in happiness, skipping her way to the spear.

Not wasting any chance, Emery also quickly asked for himself. However, the elder unexpectedly stopped him.

”No, Emery. Sorry.” Fjolnir said firmly. ”These aren’t just weapons, they are pieces of history. I am very, very uncomfortable handing them out without the approval of their previous owners.”

The king then started lecturing about his reincarnation again quoting the reason why. Apparently, he was already quite uncomfortable having given one of them to Klea.

Emery was speechless at the one-sided treatment he just received. He then noticed Klea was smiling wickedly at him.

”That is why... You have to be decisive, Emery. Being a man, one must be decisive or they will lose an opportunity. Hehehe… Hope you learn your lesson this time.” She said, as she swung his newly-gained weapon around, clearly showing it off to him.

It seemed Fjolnir also realized how unfair he had been to him, thus he said.

”Don’t worry. I have the things Beast King left for you. I’m sure you will need it more than what is here.”

He grabbed his shoulder and led him into one of the corners of the room. This was the real reason he brought Emery to this place. There, a pendant in thin black string and a claw hanging on it was seen lying peacefully on a cushion that rested on a stone carved lectern.

As soon as Emery took hold of it, he felt his blood stir vigorously.

”What kind of pendant is this?”

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