A Magic Swordsman job was a well-known job in this world. It was usually the job of famous heroes. It was nearly as elusive as the White Mage and for good reasons. Typically, to become a Magic Swordsman, one must reach at least Advanced Mage status as well as Advanced Swordsman. Although Lydia was an Advanced Swordsman, she had no aptitude for magic, and thus would likely never become a Magic Swordsman. I had thought about encouraging her to learn some magic, but it was far too difficult for normal people to learn such skills, even if I gave her Advance Learning.
However, it looks like there was another way to get Magic Swordsman, and that was by bonding yourself to a magic sword. I noted that Alysia’s status was all wrong. It gave her no abilities, and it even called her a soul sword. Maybe, it was too late for her to ever become something other than a sword.
“Deek, I can see! I can see through your eyes.” Alysia spoke up excitedly.
“Mmm…” I answered non committedly, lost in thought.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s your status.”
I ended up explaining to her what I saw after making her my slave, and ultimately what I figured out from it. She remained silent for a bit, thinking the same way I had.
“The moment I decided to kill myself on the ancient sword, I had prepared to never come back,” she finally said. “If this is a dungeon that will turn me into a sword, then a sword I will become.”
Now that she was my slave, I could feel her emotions with Slave Empath. I could feel her determination. She wasn’t frightened or giving off a front. This was genuinely how she felt.
“Then, we will continue down the dungeon, but if you have any issues, we will stop immediately.” I declared.
She wouldn’t be able to hide it if she did have any problems. That was one more advantage of having this bond with her.
The pair of us didn’t move on right away. We decided to do a few more tests.
“Is this really how all of your slaves feel?” Alysia asked in the middle of the testing.
“What do you mean?’
“I feel powerful, and… something else.”
“Something else?”
“I feel… warm.” She spoke quietly. “Like, I’m no longer alone.”
“You’re not alone. You will continue to have me.”
“Y-yes, De… I mean Master.”
“You really don’t have to call me Master.” I sighed.
“Yes, Master. I’ll call you Master though.”
I wondered if there was something to the Slave Bond that made people call me Master. Only Eliana was willing to use my name. Every slave just called me Master from then on.
Before we left the safe room, we decided to run through a couple more tests as well. With the Slave Bond in effect, it was easier to get a feel for her and to control the blade. She was able to move more, and even use her movements to aid me in battle, increasing the precision of my strikes. More importantly, when I let go of her, she still held awareness. Her eyesight and hearing would go out, but she could always sense where I was and maintained a feeling of time. Furthermore, we could communicate using Slave Communication. My communication with the girls outside the soul world was cut off.
We ended up spending the night in the safe room. I did want to hurry, but I didn’t want to rush Alysia. From everything that happened earlier, we needed a night to rest and grow more acclimated. Come morning, we prepared for the 2nd trial.
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