IRHWSDD 04

 Hello, I Am the Holy Sword

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‘Hasn’t quite a lot of time passed?’

Giselle had said she would go change her clothes, but even after a long while, she still had not returned.

‘Do nobles usually take this long to change clothes?’

With a bored expression, Rukna leaned back deeply into the old leather sofa and, out of habit, took out her smartphone from her pocket.

She naturally tapped the screen a few times.

But the screen did not turn on.

‘Why isn’t this working? Did the battery die?’

She tapped it several more times—then froze in shock exactly three seconds later.

‘I… have my smartphone?’

Why did this come out of my pocket? A smartphone in a possessed fantasy world—wasn’t that a setting error?

Even when the maid had searched her, even when she left the house and followed Giselle, she must have unconsciously kept carrying this essential item of a modern person.

It was so familiar that she hadn’t even felt anything strange.

‘If I knew this would happen, I should’ve brought the charger!’

No… there was no electricity here anyway. It would be useless.

Thinking realistically, Rukna pressed the power button.

It did not respond at all. It seemed completely drained.

‘Then this is no different from trash.’

She lowered her head in despair.

Then—

The words of the Coupang delivery man from before she came to this world suddenly crossed her mind.

〈This is the Holy Sword, Bisbi. If you say “Hi Bisbi,” the sword will respond to you, Ms. Hayoon.〉

Feeling embarrassed, she quietly called out,

“Hi, Bisbi.”

At once, a round loading symbol appeared on the previously black screen, and a voice echoed inside her head.

「Hello, Master. I am your great Holy Sword, Bisbi. How may I assist you?」

‘Wow, this is crazy. This is the Holy Sword?’

「Oh dear. For my ignorant Master, the great Holy Sword Bisbi, blessed by divine mercy, will now provide a tutorial!」

The Holy Sword spoke in a tone that was polite yet slightly disrespectful, and provided a lot of information.

Among it, three points were most important.

If she said “Hi Bisbi,” her mind would link with the Holy Sword and they could communicate through telepathy.

The Holy Sword’s initial form would become the object most familiar to the user, and it could change into other shapes according to the user’s request.

And when linked with the Holy Sword, her holy power would increase instantly.

‘So it’s basically an AI-type smart Holy Sword.’

「Compare me to artificial intelligence? I am a higher-dimensional being who can even produce the scent of bread, Master.」

Suddenly, the smell of freshly baked bread flowed out from the sword.

What was the point of a piece of metal smelling like bread? She liked bread, but it was truly a useless function.

‘Anyway, what should I do with this?’

Rukna scratched her head while looking at the smartphone.

It must have taken this shape because a smartphone was the object most familiar to her.

‘But this doesn’t fit the medieval fantasy background at all.’

First, she needed to change its appearance.

‘Hi Bisbi, change into the most ordinary object in this world.’

「Yes, transforming appearance according to Master’s request.」

The smartphone glowed white and soon changed into a silver necklace with a small round socket pendant.

The pendant was slightly larger than her thumbnail. It had no pattern, but it shone softly.

It was completely ordinary.

‘Oh, this is nice.’

Rukna put on the necklace and hid the pendant inside her clothes.

Just then, Giselle returned to the reception room, fully dressed.

“Did you wait long, Rukna?”

Giselle, newly dressed from head to toe, walked lightly over and sat across from her.

‘Is there a ball today?’

Her outfit was bright and colorful, and her makeup was heavy.

Everything from head to toe was excessive, yet her beautiful face made it all look perfect.

‘She’s definitely different from messy me.’

It felt like the true heroine of this world was not Rukna, but Giselle.

It would be a lie to say she felt nothing—but she was not jealous.

Was being an extra so bad? Even in her previous life, she had never lived like a protagonist.

She had worked like an ant and died from overwork.

‘For now, focus only on survival. Then someday, I’ll get chances for small happiness.’

Even now, just looking at such a sparkling heroine candidate was pleasant enough.

“She’s so pretty…”

Her sincere admiration slipped out as a whisper.

Perhaps Giselle heard it, because her face instantly turned red.

“I was in such a hurry earlier that I couldn’t dress properly. Meeting you with a bare face—that was such a mistake.”

Giselle added something strange and looked shy.

Rukna did not understand why that was a mistake, but it was clear that Giselle had a lovable personality.

“Anyway, you must have been surprised earlier. I should have controlled the servants better… but as you know, they’re all on the head maid’s side.”

“On the head maid’s side?”

Did that mean the servants were ignoring the young master?

It sounded like a familiar cliché.

If things followed the usual pattern, Giselle would awaken to her power, punish the bad servants, and deliver satisfying justice.

“But Rukna, you left in such a hurry last night. Why were you still at home?”

“Uh, what?”

Rukna, who had been imagining the satisfying revenge scene, quickly looked up in surprise.

This body had tried to run away?

“You said you didn’t want to keep attending the academy in place of Brother Perta.”

Giselle explained that Rukna had complained it was so hard she wanted to die.

‘An academy… is that like the military?’

Rukna’s eyes trembled.

To be possessed into another world and immediately have to enlist—it was too cruel.

“I even gave you Mother’s relics as travel money. Why did you stay like a fool? I let you go with a heavy heart.”

Giselle looked at her with tearful eyes.

Within that sadness, there was something like strange obsession, making the air feel colder.

“I don’t really know why I stayed either, Lady Giselle.”

Rukna forced an awkward smile and spoke politely.

Giselle covered her mouth in shock.

“Why are you talking like that, Rukna? Do you want to distance yourself from me too? I’m hurt…”

In the end, Giselle burst into tears.

Was that wrong?

Panicking, Rukna quickly made up an excuse she had often seen in novels.

“I-I’m sorry. Actually, I hurt my head badly yesterday. It feels like I became another person. I don’t remember anything.”

It was technically true.

Giselle immediately examined Rukna’s head anxiously.

“How badly were you hurt? Are you okay now, Rukna?”

Blaming the devilish academy, Giselle lamented dramatically.

“How much do you remember? Do you at least remember me?”

She emphasized that Rukna must not forget her.

Her obsession was unusual for someone who looked like the heroine, making Rukna glance down at her own body.

‘Did I get possessed into the male lead?’

Fortunately—or unfortunately—this body was clearly female. Though she would need to check more carefully.

“You enrolled in the academy as the Golden family’s representative instead of Brother Perta.”

“You don’t remember that we decorated your independent home together?”

“Before that, you were adopted into our family. You don’t remember that either?”

The word “adopted son” sounded slightly strange, but Rukna only kept repeating that she did not remember.

As Giselle’s expression darkened noticeably, Rukna hurriedly tried to ease the situation.

“Well… maybe if I think hard, I might remember something, haha.”

“Yes! You’ll definitely remember again! You have to remember me first!”

“Ah, okay.”

“Still, it’s a relief. You’re not badly hurt, and your face—my type—is perfectly fine. Heaven helped us.”

“Hmm?”

“But you should still see a doctor. Let’s go to Brother Perta right now. He’ll call a physician.”

Giselle grabbed Rukna’s hand and led her toward Perta’s bedroom.

Rukna thought Giselle was a little unusual, but followed her anyway.

They arrived in front of a bedroom.

On the way, not a single servant was seen, and the mansion’s condition was terrible.

Rukna guessed the count family’s financial situation was very bad and turned the doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, a sharp herbal smell poured into the hallway.

In the middle of the smoke-filled room lay a thin man.

“Brother Perta, Rukna is here!”

Giselle woke Perta from his sickbed. He coughed as he sat up.

His bones stuck out from his thin body. Though tall, his frame was as slender as Rukna’s.

“You’ve returned, Rukna.”

Cough! Each time he coughed, his frail body trembled pitifully.

Even in his deep sickness, his beauty rivaled Giselle’s, showing what it meant to be delicately handsome.

“Brother, Rukna hurt her head and lost her memory.”

“What? Are you alright, Rukna?”

Cough. Perta asked about her condition while shaking.

‘You look more serious than me.’

Rukna shook her head at the young man who seemed like he might die any moment.

“I’m fine. I only lost my memory.”

“You lost your memory? That’s terrible, cough!”

The real emergency seems to be you.

Rukna frowned and looked around the smoke-filled room.

‘Are they trying to smoke out raccoons?’

No, it looked like they were trying to kill the patient.

Normally, you would not fill a coughing patient’s room with thick smoke like this.

‘Finally, here’s a situation where I can play an important role.’