Cid - Bullshittium

But I know better. A sword stuck in a pedestal? This ain’t my first rodeo.

“But I won’t be able to draw it out…”

“I beg your pardon…?”

“I know these things…”

With that, I grab the sword by the handle and try pulling it out, but sure enough, it doesn’t budge an inch.

“As I thought… I get it now…,” I murmur suggestively. “This blade can only be drawn by the chosen one…”

“What…?!” Violet cries. She frantically traces over the ancient writing on the pedestal with her finger.

As she does, I let go of the sword.

“The blade…is rejecting me…”

I’m just building up the mood here, upping the ante. I’m pretty sure it isn’t actually rejecting me.

But the fact that the chosen hero is the only one to draw this kind of sword is just common sense. It’s a time-honored plot device.

“Only a hero’s direct descendant can draw the holy sword… You’re right, it’s all written here. I’m amazed you were able to read that encrypted magic script so quickly.”

“Heh… I know all the devices…”

“Oh, I see. You designed a device that encompasses ways to encode magical script.”

“Yeah, that. Definitely.” I nod proudly.

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Volume 2, Chapter 3