Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

"The Demon Sword... is it the one we saw before in the Tower?"

"I knew it! I wasn’t imagining things back then!"

Mary and Raphne immediately recognized Tyrfione, the sword that had been unsheathed during their assault on Tartarus.

In some ways, that was fortunate.

Seeing something familiar was always easier to accept than encountering it for the first time.

‘This should be fine.’

Emily’s reassurance echoed in my mind. Perhaps I was overthinking things.

It was natural to tell the three about Tyrfione, especially since I was about to bring her out into the open.

Hearing that materials imbued with demonic energy were required had triggered a thought.

Acquiring such materials immediately was next to impossible.

But Tyrfione herself was a proper demon sword, imbued with Tartarus' aura.

And I had her replica.

Even though it was a counterfeit created using my mana, its performance mirrored the original's abilities.

"Then, this should work... right?"

I hesitated, finishing my explanation and looking at the three cautiously.

"Of course! Why would you even worry about that, Ken? You’re such a scaredy-cat."

"Isn’t it because you’ve caused so much trouble already?"

"I’m fine! I’m your favorite anyway, aren’t I, Ken?"

"Not just you, Raphne. We’re all equally his favorites."